(Van Dyne / Taylor)

Stench of cannon fire
Main sails are torn
Sewn into the heart
Pages to unfold
Claiming what is ours
Facing the scorn
Where shall we start
We never fit the mold

Hail now
It’s an impending end
Whether theirs or ours
It's a dance to the death
Ooh… we’ll sail to the end
Yo… we’ve come thus far
Invoking the code

Elevated higher
We now own the shore
Chanties impart
A true manifold
Bypassing czars
Parley enforced
Voyage we embark
It never gets old

Hail now
It’s an impending end
Whether theirs or ours
It's a dance to the death
Ooh… we’ll sail to the end
Yo… we’ve come thus far
Invoking the code

Invoking the code

***Guitar Solo (JAMZ)***

***Guitar Solo (MATMAN)***

Hail now
It’s an impending end
Whether theirs or ours
It's a dance to the death
Ooh… we’ll sail to the end
Yo… we’ve come thus far
Invoking the code

***Guitar Solo (JAMZ)***

Hail now
It’s an impending end
Whether theirs or ours
It's a dance to the death
Ooh… we’ll sail to the end
Yo… we’ve come thus far
Invoking the code

***Guitar Solo (JAMZ)***

***Guitar Solo (MATMAN)***