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  • Running Wild »

    Running Wild Ballad Of William Kidd текст песни

    Ballad Of William Kidd

    [Rolf Kasparek]

    He was born at the shore of Greenhock in the year 1645
    Ran away at the age of fourteen, to flee from his soul-killing life
    He signed on to sail the wild-winds
    But he worked down his hands and his knees
    He stood his test on the waters, so they said "He was bred to the sea"

    In 1697, the "Adventurer…" was setting its sails
    With the letter of marque and reprisal, Kidd was prepared for his trail
    They sailed the sea with the mission, to hunt down "Tew" and "Long Ben"
    A serious riot was rising, so Kidd struck down one of his men
    And he died!

    Blue-blooded men they fell from grace
    Piranhas eating their own
    They sacrificed at the altar of lies
    So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd

    The "Adventurer…" returned to her hometown, Kidd was forced to defence
    They charged him with looting and murder his patrons and generous friends
    He’d left his crew at St. Thomas, to guard his honour from shame
    But the lords they lied like a trooper, not to lose their own heads in the game

    Blue-blooded men they fell from grace
    Piranhas eating their own
    They sacrificed at the altar of lies
    So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd

    The lords testified, their unholy lies, to save their own heads from the gallows
    They sacrificed Kidd, they took him for a ride that conspiratorial fellows

    They judged him and they found him guilty of piracy of the high seas
    Betraying men of honour, you know lie and cheat as they please
    A case of judicial murder caused the death of a seafaring man
    Slanderous bunch of liars, to hell your souls will be damned

    Blue-blooded men they fell from grace
    Piranhas eating their own
    They sacrificed at the altar of lies
    So fate took its portentous course. What a shame!
    In the ballad of William Kidd

    [Dedicated to the memory of William Kidd]



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