Port Royal Lyrics

Hundred mast, thirty flags

An island in the gulf of Darien

Sandglas, bloody hearts

Flying high above the scene

Marooners with loaded guns

Are still waiting at the quay

Hungry fleet from underworld

Freedom is the law they pray

Black strap, rum and gin

Sexual freedom all the way

A rolling dice, an ace of hearts

One shall win and one's to pay

Concord and freedom

No need for the holy writ

Rebellions, non servile

Spitting on religious hypocrites, yeah

Port Royal

A cry of freedom on the sea
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Port Royal, whoa

Port Royal

A cry of freedom on the sea

Port Royal, whoa

When the Oxford hits the sea

Slave driver learns the Moses law

There's no chance, you can't escape

They hunt them down and eat 'em raw

Gin Lane, New Providence

It's all since a long time gone

But there are still descendants

Port Royal's spirit lives forever on

Port Royal

A cry of freedom on the sea

Port Royal, whoa

Port Royal

A cry of freedom on the sea

Port Royal, whoa