Texty: Running Wild. Port Royal (4:10).

Hundred mast, thirty flags
An island in the gulf of Darien
Sandglas, bloody hearts
Flying high above the scene

Marooners with loaded guns
Are still waiting at the quay
Hungry fleet from underworld
Freedom is the law they pray

Black strap, rum and gin
Sexual freedom all the way
A rolling dice, an ace of hearts
One shall win and one's to pay

Concord and freedom
No need for the holy writ
Rebellions, non servile
Spitting on religious hypocrites, yeah

Port Royal
A cry of freedom on the sea
Port Royal, whoa

Port Royal
A cry of freedom on the sea
Port Royal, whoa

When the Oxford hits the sea
Slave driver learns the Moses law
There's no chance, you can't escape
They hunt them down and eat 'em raw

Gin Lane, New Providence
It's all since a long time gone
But there are still descendants
Port Royal's spirit lives forever on

Port Royal
A cry of freedom on the sea
Port Royal, whoa

Port Royal
A cry of freedom on the sea
Port Royal, whoa