Chronicles of Vengeance

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Chronicles of Vengeance

A thunderous crash in the dead of the night,
We ready our weapons, prepare for the fight.
My band of comrades, so cruelly betrayed,
Now face the cold edge of justice's blade.
They knew how to hit us, they knew where to look,
Our fortress was breached and its mighty walls shook.
Accused of this treason, I fled to the sea,
To track down the true source of that treachery.

Sold out, betrayed!
Attacked, besieged!
Outcast, accused!
Honour, refused!

Ride!
The Black Spot in my hand.
On a quest for the truth,
I scour the land.
This traitorous curr,
Shall die by my hand.
If I'm to be spared,
I must have his head.
I will not rest 'til this traitor is dead.

I called in all favours, I bartered and bribed,
I must find this turncoat, and find him alive.
And so I was taken to a little old inn,
And deep in his cups, my man sat within.
We bitterly battled, but I won the fight,
And tied him beneath the high tide mark that night.
And when I'd made sure he could no longer stand,
I left him there with that black spot in his hand.

Avenged, absolved!
Justice, made right!
Vengeance, deserved!
Honour, preserved!

Ride!
The Black Spot in my hand.
On a quest for the truth,
I scour the land.
This traitorous curr,
Shall die by my hand.
If I'm to be spared,
I must have his head.
I will not rest 'til this traitor is dead.

As the lifeless corpse of my enemy floats in the bay,
Choked on salty brine, I swear a deadly oath.
By Poseidon's name, no traitor will go unpunished.
Hear these words and tremble, for our vengeance shall be swift and, Merciless!

[Guitar/Keyboard Solo]

Ride!
The Black Spot in my hand.
On a quest for the truth,
I scour the land.
This traitorous curr,
Shall die by my hand.
If I'm to be spared,
I must have his head.
I will not rest 'til this traitor is dead.

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