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Soleil Royal
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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 honour'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 to 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, shacken by its poke
Cannons speak the fatal words, the language of death
Wipes away to many men, takes away their breath
Heat and fire, burning pyre
Smoke and flames, a raging hell
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 honour'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 to 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, shacken by its poke
Cannons speak the fatal words, the language of death
Wipes away to many men, takes away their breath
Heat and fire, burning pyre
Smoke and flames, a raging hell
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