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Turn of the TideRacing down for Cape TrafalgarOctober, Eighteen Hundred and Five Twenty-seven ships of the line Flying the white ensign Hearts of Oak the drums roll out Weapons primed, we'll make our stand Taste their fear as we draw near Upon the decks prepare to fight Raking fire, mass mutilation Glorious, blood-soaked, living hell Blood-soaked, living hell Our fleet outgunned Our crew outnumbered England expects The outcome is in our hands To the line of fire we surge Damn the odds to break their line Drawing fire as we sail on With massive loss on every side Under a hail of hostility Cannons blaze as metal whirls Projectile storms pulverize Unto the end prepare to die Shattered pieces, masts come crashing Rigging, sails torn to shreds Broadside to broadside batteries pounding Pummelling, punishing, round after round Cleanse the decks of every last man Blow them all to smithereens Overwhelm the enemy We will have our victory Man the cannons, unleash the fury Fighting relentless, tooth and nail |