Swashbuckle - A Time Of Wooden Ships & Iron Men lyrics

[Music - Nobeard/RedRum | Lyrics - RedRum] From the lackluster sand we laid down our hands And took up our powder and shot Time after time, overt crime after crime These heinous acts, they shan't be forgot We clad in the dress of the old pirate's best And offered a rare sort of song Thrashing and slashing as waves keep on crashing This is where we belong They'll put the rope around our necks And remove the floor from out of the deck Thirteen wraps 'round the rope The loop that hangs at the end of hope [Chorus] Drops of ideal pain begin to take flight And dance across the sky on this very night Torch the sky aflame as it burns so bright Robust and hearty, dancing light Hard-wired for what, in the end, might be right Perverse, rotten, wicked, trite Nightmarish sense and patterned thought Cashed in on what was never taught Drenched in the sailing sun's most warming rays This silent desperation stays Affixed to that which carries through Across the never-ending sea of blue We live our act's self-sacrifice Time again, we have paid the price This piratical presence will be felt And repercussions shall be dealt From the freedom of that fleeting moment springs The valor and the grandeur of the ages From the wisdom gained in that prophetic instance Churns the makings of the learned sages