Ballad of William Kidd

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Running Wild - Rock, Metal

Ballad of William Kidd

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He was born at the shore of Greenhock In the year 1645 Ran away at the age of fourteen To flee from his soul-killing life He signed on to sail the wild-winds But he worked down his hands and his knees He stood his test on the waters So they said: "He was bred to the sea" In 1697 The "Adventure" was setting its sails With the letter of marque and reprisal Kidd was prepared for his trail They sailed the sea with the mission To hunt down "Tew" and "Long Ben" But serious riot was rising So Kidd struck down one of his men And he died Blue-blooded men, they fell from grace Piranhas eating their own They sacrificed at the altar of lies So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd The "Adventure" returned to her hometown Kidd was forced to defence They charged him with looting and murder His patrons and generous friends He'd left his crew at St. Thomas To guard his honour from shame But the lords they lied like a trooper Not to lose their own heads in the game Blue-blooded men, they fell from grace Piranhas eating their own They sacrificed at the altar of lies So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd The lords testified, their unholy lies To save their own heads from the gallows They sacrificed Kidd, took him for a ride That conspiratorial fellows (bastards) They judged him and they found him guilty Of piracy of the high seas Betraying men of honour, you know Lie and cheat as they please A case of judicial murder Caused the death of a seafaring man Slanderous bunch of liars To hell your souls will be damned Blue-blooded men, they fell from grace Piranhas eating their own They sacrificed at the altar of lies So fate took its portentous course What a shame In the ballad of William Kidd

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  • Rolf Kasparek