Became Black
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The day was ripe, the wind was clean
Until, the night, when the dark clouds came
The storm was here, Our death was near
The boat it cracked and all became black
Shipwrecked on a tiny island
Treachery a-stir
Came to in a pit
Full of blood and shit
No more we want outwe want out
The barbarian way is inferior
We live in disgrace, tormented losing face
But youd be a goner before living without your honour
I am shunned and hated, wanted by those with the power
I swear that you all will die, in this my vengeance hour
Your bargaining posture, is highly dubious
Youll get what you get I promise your death to be painless
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