Firebreathing through your unseigable fortress. I´m the devil and Michael De
Ruyter´s my name. I ride on the waves, right through your chains. You are my
prey and you´ll never forget my name. A firebreath, a crimson sky, in a lake
of fire you will die. The English pride, consumed by flames, you´ll never
forget my name.

Firebreath, spritting forks of fire. Firebreath, attacking a crumbling empire.
Firebreath, the Dutchman´s anger. Firebreath, a fire´s breath. The voyage to
Chatham. in 1667. The three day wat, never equalled again. Capture the Royal
Charles, the English flagship.

The river Thames, the bleeding English heart. A firebreath, a crimson sky, in
a lake of fire you will die. The English pride, consumed by flames, you´ll
never forget my name. A thousand cannonballs, rain down on my deck. Of the
Seven Provincies, the republic´s battleship number one. But they do no harm,
cause Satan´s wings protect. His servant´s life, from the English last
convulsion.

[lead - Henri]

A firebreath, a crimson sky, in a lake of fire you will die. The English
pride, consumed by flames, you´ll never forget my name. Firebreath, spritting
forks of fire. Firebreath, attacking a crumbling empire. Firebreath, the
Dutchman´s anger. Firebreath, a fire´s breath.