Fly, the carriage of sin
Faster, faster, faster!
Soar like the heartless Northern wind
The devil himself spurs our horses!
Blow the horns, sounds the sirens
Make way for the children of hell!
Wild beasts, stand aside
And we shall spare your lives tonight!
Get me that blood-red wine
If I don't drink I ain't no robber!
Ay, you ain't no child
So shall we drink until the sea is dry!
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