The battle

Tonight we'll kick down their doors
Pick up their women and also kick their dogs
And as we get out we'll piss on their lawn
Tonight we plunder, pillage and then get out

We've gotta leave this island
We're stealing their ships
Burning their houses down
Steering to north just on our own

Cold blades slitting their throats
Warm blood soaking the street
Smell of burning wood
Revolution pumping in our veins

We will scape their sight
Sailing toward the horizon
We've had enough of their dominance
Tonight tonight the opressed become opressors
Oppressing their control
Imposing our wants

We've gotta leave this island
We're stealing their ships
Burning their houses down
Steering to north just on our own ...