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Chronicles of Vengeance - Alestorm
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Chronicles of Vengeance Alestorm

Chronicles of Vengeance - Alestorm
[Verse 1]
A thunderous crash in the dead of the night
We ready our weapons, prepare for the fight
My band of comrades, so cruelly betrayed
Now face the cold edge of justice's blade
For they knew where to hit us, they knew where to look
Our fortress was breached, and its mighty walls shook
Accused of this treason, I fled to the sea
To track down the true source of this treachery

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Sold out, betrayed
Attacked, besieged
Outcast, accused
Honour, refused

[Chorus]
Ride
The Black Spot in my hand
On a quest for the truth
I scour the land
This traitorous cur
Shall die by my hand
If I'm to be spared
I must have his head
I will not rest 'til the traitor is dead
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