He was called The Black Leviathan Was he a ghost? No one knew Baltic Sea was cursed for ages With an iron hand he ruled His black ship was fast like thunder Sails were dancing with the storm Sailing was for him a hunting Waving abyss was his home Burning masts Sea was a grave Full of blood and wrecks Black Leviathan mighty pirate Didnt take the prisoners Losers sinking to the bottom Never saw the shore again But one day, there came a hope when Unfurled sails have been seen Young and brave man, his silver sails Swelled out proudly in the wind He left his ship, looked at the sea Im the son of the wind he said He was sure hell save the Baltic But he dies from a pirates hand Nothing changed Sea was a grave Full of blood and wrecks Black Leviathan mighty pirate Didnt take the prisoners Losers sinking to the bottom Never saw the shore again
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