Siberian Meat Grinder - Siberian Keelhaul lyrics

The winds of Siberia are filling our sail We raid the inner seas and our spirits never fail Dead men tell no tales, steel nail, blood trail The Tsar is coming for you, riding a k**er whale We gonna hunt you down, you gonna lose some fat Bomb your town, take your crown, you’re nothing but a rat Face the dread, seeing red Bang your head, wake up dead We plunder, pillage, vandalize - that’s a pirates' life for me My cutla** to your guts, your skull will hit the deck Under the banner of the Tsar we raid the boiling bloody sea We gonna sink your fleet and make you walk the plank Sea raiders of the Tsar will never have a rest I look into your soul and take you for the test Space Quest, You’d better hide in your hole The heretics and traitors: time for keelhaul The Flying Siberian is coming for your gold d**hmold, life’s sold, terror untold You’re dead meat, that’s your fault Sharks will feed You’ve been told Walk the plank! The Original Pirate’s Life! Hit The Deck! Mic check, back to back Attack of the wolf pack, time for strife