Testo Scorbutics - Asphyx
Testo della canzone Scorbutics (Asphyx), tratta dall'album Death...the Brutal Way
Cleaving, pounding frothy waves
Heading for the south
A three-master manned with buccaneers
Scourges of the new world
Recognize no law
Brotherhood of hardened privateers
Jolly roger fluttering
Shameless and scornful
40 loaded heavy guns on deck
Tortuga awaits them
Trenches, rum and gold
The captured frigate on it's way back
Frigate on it's way back
Their last raid successful
All holdings stuffed with loot
The merchant vessel never stood a chance
No quarter was given
Pennon coloured red
Stabbing, guttering as it's code demands
The portuguese was scuttled
Leftovers for the shards
Great whites feeding wild on piracy
After the wine and blood flows
They sleep off their debauch
Speeding on the flush of victory
The flush of victory
Then all of the sudden breaking weather
Puts an end to their prosperity
Entering weeks of steerless
Aimless floating
In the calm and the merciless heat
Rapidly, provisions are decreasing
No more fruit and vegetables to eat
Scorbutics
Scorbutics
Scorbutics
Scorbutics
Ravaging, the terror of the scurvy
Fluid creatures begging for their god
Intestinal hemorrhages
Bones wasting away
Corroding gristle, urinating blood
Fatiguing insomnia, teeth and hair fall out
The rancid stench of living human rot
Scorbutics
Scorbutics
Scorbutics
Scorbutics
Raving in delirious desperation
The last of the freebooters slowly dies
Amongst the pus, the blood, the bones and bodies
Seagulls swallowing dead gazing eyes
Eyes
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Baayens, Bob Bagchus, Martin Vandrunen
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