A funeral moves. Under the cloak of night Captain Clegg and his smuggling pirates ride With contraband of the finest Brandy and Wine Hidden inside a macabre coffin disguise A tombstone reads Captain Clegg, R.I.P. Yet still he sails across the Phantom Seas Such a holy man for all of you to see The Village Vicar His secret Identity Frightened people, fear the evil in their leader Captain Clegg The Kings Revenue Men learn of Cleggs illicit deeds From a local trader Now a corpse who no longer speaks If you cross his path Hell slice off both your ears Have your tongue cut out, and reduce your life to tears Perish all of you Who betray me Your ghostly leader Captain Clegg A few words from Collier.... He wore the mask of the skeletal creature of night His oath was terror and Blood! his battle cry He was a wanted man, who escaped the Hangmans noose The Parish leader His pirate clergy in the loose He sailed the Phantom Seas, catered for community needs The Village Master Captain Clegg He was a ghost rider Phantom night creature Evil leader Captain Clegg. R.I.P.
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