Siberian Keelhaul - Siberian Meat Grinder

The winds of Siberia are filling our sail

We raid the inner seas and our spirits never fail

Dead men tell no tales, steel nail, blood trail

The Tsar is coming for you, riding a killer whale

We gonna hunt you down, you gonna lose some fat

Bomb your town, take your crown, you’re nothing but a rat

Face the dread, seeing red

Bang your head, wake up dead

We plunder, pillage, vandalize — that’s a pirates' life for me

My cutlass to your guts, your skull will hit the deck

Under the banner of the Tsar we raid the boiling bloody sea

We gonna sink your fleet and make you walk the plank

Sea raiders of the Tsar will never have a rest

I look into your soul and take you for the test

Space Quest, You’d better hide in your hole

The heretics and traitors: time for keelhaul

The Flying Siberian is coming for your gold

Deathmold, life’s sold, terror untold

You’re dead meat, that’s your fault

Sharks will feed You’ve been told

Walk the plank!

The Original Pirate’s Life!

Hit The Deck!

Mic check, back to back

Attack of the wolf pack, time for strife