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Now we've reached the land, such a dreadful sight What can be expected from these cursed shores? We've got a remote chance, we will try it out of spite Find a better end, meet a better end? Hulls against the beach front for another fight Men await their freedom call from a crimson tide We've got a remote chance, we will try with all we've got Find a better end, here we stand We have traveled all the way on a journey perilous Fighting back the waves, feeling glorious Now that we stand right before the evil shore Reaching out in the dark to the friends taken five centuries before From Letras Mania