now we’ve reached the land, such a dreadful sight
what can be expected from these cursed sh*r*s?
we’ve got a remote chance, we will try it out of spite
find a better end, meet a better end?
hulls against the beach front for another fight
men await their freedom call from a crimson tide
we’ve got a remote chance, we will try with all we’ve got
find a better end, here we stand
we have traveled all the way on a journey perilous
fighting back the waves, feeling glorious
now that we stand right before the evil sh*r*
reaching out in the dark to the friends taken five centuries before