Текст песни Infernal Apostles - Ирландский Дьявол

You wandered into a port, in el dirty pub
Worship me keep sailors
They want wealth, women.
Will all the wreaths il.
Quick, my mighty frigates,
Under the banner of mine, they are coming,
The guns, friends, pirates!
Let Corsairs will all die!
My will is one word
Smoke a pipe, drink rum.
And that evil pirate musket
Thundered in the battle, as the thunder storm!
My name Irish Devil
Under the flag of all my excesses.
Kohl wins want
Have mast flag
My Liko narisuesh-
Champion you will be fighting.
I'm Irish-Devil
Herald Evil omens;
Am corsair poison
In maritime deletion genius.
My will is one word
Smoke a pipe, drink rum.
And that evil pirate musket
Thundered in the battle, as the thunder storm!
Drunken all hold snout
And the captain's cabin,
All would have happened,
if not for the storm arrived.
My persistent guys
To cope with the storm in time.
And take the damned
British frigate at a time.
TO BATTLE!
Let them rotten ship
Will the likeness of the Flying Dutchman.
Take Elemental Devil
Whether by nature a ghost.
My will is one word
Smoke a pipe, drink rum.
And that evil pirate musket
Thundered in the battle, as the thunder storm!