Firebreathing through your unseigable fortress.
I'm the devil and Michael De Ruyter's my name.
I ride on the waves, right through your chains.
You are my prey and you'll never forget my name.
A firebreath, a crimson sky, in a lake of fire you will die.
The English pride, consumed by flames, you'll never forget my name.
Firebreath, spritting forks of fire.
Firebreath, attacking a crumbling empire.
Firebreath, the Dutchman's anger.
Firebreath, a fire's breath.
The voyage to Chatham. in 1667.
The three day wat, never equalled again.
Capture the Royal Charles, the English flagship.
The river Thames, the bleeding English heart.
A firebreath, a crimson sky, in a lake of fire you will die.
The English pride, consumed by flames,
you'll never forget my name.
A thousand cannonballs, rain down on my deck.
Of the Seven Provincies,
the republic's battleship number one.
But they do no harm, cause Satan's wings protect.