1692 the 29th of May
Sir Tourville the admiral
his fleet is on its way
He commands his ships
to fight they attack the British line
He must be caught in senseless
pride to him his honor's prime
His mighty flagship strong
and brave heading for the fight
It pets the British men to grave
cruising through the tide
The veil of night obscures the sea
the tables getting turned
Confusion rules no chance to flee
his fleet is getting burned
Cannons speak the fatal words
the language of death
Wipes away too many men
takes away their breath
Heat and fire burning pyre
Smoke and flames a raging hell
Death and blood the fatal rub
Blows away Soleil Royal
Their position's getting intricate
heading for Cherbourg
Desperately they dare their fate
they feel too much secured
Cannons fire round by round
the smell of acred smoke
Vibrating full from top to
ground shaken by its poke
Cannons speak the fatal
words the language of death
Wipes away too many men
takes away their breath
Heat and fire burning pyre
Smoke and flames a raging hell
Death and blood the fatal rub
Blows away Soleil Royal
To Cape Barfleur they try to
flee the battle's raging hard
Balls of lead rushing the sea
hit the hull windward
The Englishman hard on their
trace follow turn by turn
A heavy round the coupe
de grace tearing up its stern
The powder in the storage
room litten by a spark
Bursting kegs a giant boom
tear the decks apart
The blood spills of the scupper
holes the sea is turning red
No time to pray no bell to toll
no burial for the dead
Cannons speak the fatal words
the language of death
Wipes away too many men
takes away their breath
Heat and fire burning pyre
Smoke and flames a raging hell
Death and blood the fatal rub
Blows away Soleil Royal
Heat and fire burning pyre
Smoke and flames a raging hell
Death and blood the fatal rub
Blows away Soleil Royal