Drinking manners gave his name, empty a tankard all in one
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Not afraid of fiend or god, just his look will make them run
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Call the crews, we take to sea, bound for Denmark's southern shores
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Let's prove our loyalty, risk our souls without remorse
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In confidence we stand the fight, we trust in traders' words
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Outlaws as a rich man's knight, waiting for the cut that hurts
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Stortebeker, the furious cry for vengeance
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Stortebeker, thunderous he crossed the sea
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Merchants' profits to defend, Klaus agreed to give support
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Conquering old Viking land, carry away the goods they hoard
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Letter of mark a doubtful help, grabbing claws and greed
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Cry of vengeance yelling scream
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We'll come back and they will bleed
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Hunters' tradeships, where they are, for survival and revenge
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Big success in easy fight, hunt them back into their trench
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Captured by their strongest ship, traitor's words send us to death
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Death for all on vengeance trip, proudly Klaus will lose his head
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Stortebeker, a furious cry for vengeance
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Stortebeker, thunderous he cross the sea
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Stortebeker, he thwarts their plans, he teach them fear
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Stortbeker, he scorns the traitors, kicked their ass
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Styrtebeker
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| Running Wild |
