The Song of The Living Fleet

Under silver skies
We prepared to die
And challenged our foe to do the same.

We drew our swords
And shouted words
That cursed their mothers to die in flame

Our boats drew near
We knew no fear
Our time had come to dance with death.

Their faces appear
We give a cheer
And swear to fight to our dying breath.

We are our Captains crew
With blade steel true
None are finer upon the sea.

We will drink to you
And say adieu
For today we bring death and sing with glee.

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