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Golden Age

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Tensions were mounting on our 13th month of sail
Ten dead and counting, five lost in a winter gale
One year of sailing and we’ve not seen a single whale
It’s time to change our course it’s time for our betrayal
That ship is fat with gold 2000 pounds of silver deep within its hold
We met in secret all with mutiny on our lips
Next day at sunrise someone spied a distant ship
Though our eyeglass British colors in the breeze
All hands on deck lets set sail for piracy
They’re back from selling slaves,
they will not make it home they’ll die beneath these waves
If we ourselves head home we’ll surely face the courts
Our only option now, set sail for foreign ports
A crew of whaling men made rich by British spoils
But wine and women wait on Carribean soils
They’ll never find us hidden in these coastal cave
We will stand and fight or die beneath the waves
A crew of whaling men all condemned to swing
We will wait for them and all the time we’ll sing
Yo Ho

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from Welcome to Hell, track released July 1, 2010

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The Smell Of Death Staunton, Virginia

Our music is one big fat fucking ode to heavy metal, norse gods, death, war, beer, pestilence, sex, chaos and everything that rocks. Our music eats children and our synergy melts faces. Yes, synergy motherfuckers. We have a high concentration of synergy. We also have an alarmingly prodigous amount of metal sex drive as well. Ask your mom. She'll tell you. ... more

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