Yo ho ho... or maybe more accurately "Ho hum". I'm new to these scurvy dogs having just stumbled across them. First impressions: the music's not a bad blend of power metal and folk metal and their chosen themes put them squarely into the little-known sub-sub genre of "pirate metal". My reservation is that the lyrics are doggerel and, leaving aside the atrocious grammar and syntax (OK, so English is not their first language and probably their lyricist is thinking in German and translating into English), make little sense -furthermore, the scansion is clunky beyond belief and the poor vocalist struggles to achieve some kind of awkward fit to the music. All that notwithstanding, I shall explore them further and hope to revise them upwards in my estimation. I note that their album from which this song is drawn, "Facing The Tempest" can be ordered on CD from Germany via Amazon for the price of a pint in a London pub, so as I don't like to help myself to free music, I shall forego a pint and buy the album instead. If you also enjoy these chaps' (and chapess) ditties, I urge you to support underground music, struggling musicians and independent record labels and do the same. Avast, me hearties, splice the main sail, break out the rum, walk the plank, etc.
Damn, I was born like 5 centuries later than I should have been.
r u still alive rn
No son lo q yo esperaba escuchar cuando cayó en mis manos,por la portada,
pero gran disco!!!!
epox
Lyric pls
+TheCochoxx
Lyric UP
+scythe You are my new god, thanks
Yo ho ho... or maybe more accurately "Ho hum". I'm new to these scurvy dogs having just stumbled across them. First impressions: the music's not a bad blend of power metal and folk metal and their chosen themes put them squarely into the little-known sub-sub genre of "pirate metal". My reservation is that the lyrics are doggerel and, leaving aside the atrocious grammar and syntax (OK, so English is not their first language and probably their lyricist is thinking in German and translating into English), make little sense -furthermore, the scansion is clunky beyond belief and the poor vocalist struggles to achieve some kind of awkward fit to the music. All that notwithstanding, I shall explore them further and hope to revise them upwards in my estimation. I note that their album from which this song is drawn, "Facing The Tempest" can be ordered on CD from Germany via Amazon for the price of a pint in a London pub, so as I don't like to help myself to free music, I shall forego a pint and buy the album instead. If you also enjoy these chaps' (and chapess) ditties, I urge you to support underground music, struggling musicians and independent record labels and do the same. Avast, me hearties, splice the main sail, break out the rum, walk the plank, etc.