Lyrics:
The convoy lights are dead ahead The merchantmen lay in their bed The thump of diesels hammer down In the oily sea, the killing ground Knuckles
The convoy lights are dead ahead The merchantmen lay in their bed The thump of diesels hammer down In the oily sea, the killing ground Knuckles
the pirates that hide on the island invade or we wilding Marauding and murdering merchantmen We have been cursed by the curs We shooting first on our turf
after night her purple traffic Strews the landing with opal bales Merchantmen poise upon horizons, Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
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