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BlackLore - Birth of a Pirate | New Era
07:59
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BlackLore - Birth of a Pirate | New Era

Mighty Lorekeepers! A young sailor who survives a deadly ambush, captured by pirates and he’s tied to the mast under the blazing sun, enduring great suffering. The fearsome one-legged captain eventually frees him, and he transforms into a formidable pirate. Though he grows strong, he never forgets his fallen crew. The captain, shrouded in hate and terror, sails on, leaving a trail of grief and blood. Lyrics: After the ambush all crew was dead But one sailor lived and they brought him to deck He was a young lad shaking with fear Pirate captain said: just tie him here! So he was tied to the mast in the heat, Bound so tight that he hardly could breathe The captain had one leg and covered in warts, And sank the merchant ship in the circle of sharks The Sun was sinking low over the sea, The sailor was half-dead upon his feet No food, no water, just heat and grief, He was close to fainting, he was so weak. The air was clear and the sky full of stars, The waves were soft the silent the night He stared at the darkness, his ropes are his bed, Wanting to live but expecting death. The man with one leg commanded the ship His men lived in terror; aye, even they did He feared for his power and his heart full of hate Grief and blood followed wherever he sailed But when the Sun rose waking the ship, He thought they will come but nobody did The deck was busyand the pirates were loud, The day slowly passed and he was still bound It was high noon and a hundred degrees When someone remembered and cut him free He collapsed but tried to stand up again Grabbing the mast with two shaking hands The man with one leg commanded the ship His men lived in terror; aye, even they did He feared for his power and his heart full of hate Grief and blood followed wherever he sailed ‘That one alive!’ he heard the captain said ‘By Jove, I reckoned that he would be dead! Give him some drink! Water and rum! And you! Just get up! There’s work to be done!’ And so it was that he was no more From the death of a sailor a pirate was born A pirate he became and a strong one at that, But the death of his mates he never forget. The man with one leg commanded the ship His men lived in terror; aye, even they did He feared for his power and his heart full of hate Grief and blood followed wherever he sailed ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Special thanks to our mythical supporters on our Journey. Mix and Master - Mazán Attila (Csend Stúdió) Vocal records : Szabó László (B1 Music) Follow BlackLore on: Website - https://www.blackloreofficial.com/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/Blackloreofficial TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@blackloreofficial
BlackLore - Blood in the Sea | New Era
06:25
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BlackLore - Blood in the Sea | New Era

Mighty Lorekeepers! In the misty town of Newcastle, a nameless orphan sought refuge on a merchant ship. Amidst rough seas and scarce rations, he found kinship and the warmth of shared rum. One fateful day, a ship bearing a black flag emerged, heralding peril. This is his tale of survival, magic, and brotherhood on the enchanted, treacherous seas. Lyrics: I was a poor lad from Newcastle town I had no da and my mother was gone I needed work ‘cause I wanted to eat So went to the river and in a boat I’ve hid I became deck-hand on a merchant ship The work of a sailor, aye, that I did. The food was scarce and a hammock was bed But work was a-plenty and rum in a keg The ocean was calm and the Sun blazing heat When on the horizon a tall mast appeared Above the sails she was flying a flag And oh God save me! The flag was black The ship was wobbling and ploughing the waves Came evening were singing and drink with my mates Dice on the table and sour wine we had And we were even in all good and bad. Gunfight and bloodshed, they took the ship All of my mates and the captain was killed The water turned red and blood drenched the deck But when the smoke was gone, I still wasn’t dead. The ship was wobbling and ploughing the waves Came evening were singing and drink with my mates Dice on the table and sour wine we had And we were even in all good and bad. ---Solo--- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Special thanks to our mythical supporters on our Journey. Mix and Master - Mazán Attila (Csend Stúdió) Vocal records : Szabó László (B1 Music) Follow BlackLore on: Website - https://www.blackloreofficial.com/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/Blackloreofficial TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@blackloreofficial
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