1692, the 29th of May
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Sir "Tourville", the admiral, his fleet is on its way
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He commands his ships to fight, they attack the british line
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He must be caught in senseless pride, to him his honour's prime
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His mighty flagship strong and brave, heading for the fight
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It pets the british men to grave, cruising through the tide
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The veil of night obscures the sea, the tables getting turned
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Confusion rules, no chance to flee, his fleet is getting burned
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Cannons speak the fatal words, the language of death
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Wipes away to many men, takes away their breath
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Heat and fire, burning pyre
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Smoke and flames, a raging hell
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Death and blood, the fatal rub
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Blows away "Soleil Royal"
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Their position's getting intricate, heading for "Cherbourg"
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Desperatly they dare their fate, they feel too much secured
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Cannons fire round by round, the smell of acred smoke
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Vibrating full from top to ground, shacken by its poke
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Cannons speak the fatal words, the language of death
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Wipes away to many men, takes away their breath
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Heat and fire, burning pyre
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Smoke and flames, a raging hell
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Death and blood, the fatal rub
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Blows away "Soleil Royal"
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To cape "Barfleur" they try to flee, the battle's raging hard
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Balls of lead rushing the sea, hit the hull windward
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The english-man hard on their trace, follow turn by turn
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A heavy round, the coupe de grace, tearing up its stern
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The powder in the storage room, litten by a spark
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Bursting kegs, a giant boom, tear the decks apart
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The blood spills of the scupperholes, the sea is turning red
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No time to pray, no bell to toll, no burial for the dead
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Cannons speak the fatal words, the language of death
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Wipes away to many men, takes away their breath
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Heat and fire, burning pyre
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Smoke and flames, a raging hell
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Death and blood, the fatal rub
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Blows away "Soleil Royal"
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Heat and fire, burning pyre
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Smoke and flames, a raging hell
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Death and blood, the fatal rub
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Blows away "Soleil Royal"
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Soleil Royal
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Running Wild |