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1604, la mer des caraïbes est le théâtre des exactions pirates
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| These endless days are finally ending in a blaze...
I touch the fire and it freezes me, I look into it and it's black.
Why can't I feel ? My skin should crack and peel. I want the fire back.
Now, through the smoke she calls to me, to make my way across the flame. To save the day or maybe melt away, I guess it's all the same.
So, I'll walk through the fire cause where else can I turn ?
I'll walk through the fire at the point of no return.
I'll walk through the fire and let it burn... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||