1741 (the Battle Of Cartagena)

Sailing the raging seas. To distant lands unknown. Porto Bello fell in a day. Now Britannia rules the waves. Thirty thousand men at arms. Red Ensign in the sky.

Back Through Time

Captain, there be vikings off the starboard bow!. Attack!. . 'Twas off some Caribbean shore. While on an epic quest. We came across a strange device!.

Barrett's Privateers

Oh, the year was 1778,. How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!. A letter of marque came from the King,. To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen.. . God damn them all!.

Fucked With An Anchor

Fuck you, you're a fucking wanker. We're gonna punch you right in the balls. Fuck you, with a fucking anchor. You're all cunts so fuck you all. . Fuck you, you're a fucking wanker.

Mexico

When the quest is over and the battles won. There's a lamper to the south where we go to have some fun. The wenches they are plenty, the alcohol is free.

Your Blood Is My Wine

Vomiting The Fetal Embryo

We Are Your Enemy

die rust, and rot away, this last war doesn't have a name. a cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world. not one left in peace, a policy of manditory greed.

Wretched Flesh Consumption

The Blood Of Power

Die, don't revive, won't succumb. Conduit of anger, tools of the trade. Essential supply of patrol compulsory. Instruments of wrath, in need of the lifeblood.

Vengeance Unleashed

Psychosomatic infestation, multi sensoric infatuation. Mass media sublimination, tearing our defenses down. Feeding us shit as we beg for more, American way trend fucking whores.

Stop At Nothing

Compelled to eternal hate, censure of the mob, submit to them. Pressured from the outside, prevailing herd mentality, fearing deviation. Traumatized, retreat and submit, habitual failure, they no longer attempt.

Subjected To A Beating

Thirteen years I was locked away,. A life thrown under the wheel.. As each day passed, I never looked back,. Just a beat down body with a mind intact.

Tearing Inside The Womb

Scum (fuck The Weak)

In your mind. Nothing but fear. You can't face life. Or believe death's near. . A vision of life. On television screens. An existence created. From empty dreams.

Second Skin

Searching, Wandering. Looking for the perfect specimen. Still pure, immature. Acknowledged sickness concealed, swaggering. Unseen, stalking. Ascertain the prey.

Skullfucked

I hate you mother fuckers. I hate you mother fuckers. I hate you mother fuckers. I hate you mother fuckers. You can't fucking breathe because. Your heart is in my hands.

Raped On The Altar

Dark, crimson tides of blood. Will flow like water into wine. I smell you fear,. Our lives coincide. Please respect, the presence of. The dead. For they weep, they are damned.

Revisionist Past

The long lasting record. The customary truths. Historic correlation. Questioning is moot. Victor's think the privilege. Of taking the account. Falls on their shoulders.

Schematics

Unweaving strands of failure. Propagating the obscene. Intentions gone asunder. Tearing down the human facade. (I will give life) Relentless pursuit of action.