Letra de Chronicles of vengeance

A thunderous crash in the dead of the night,
We ready our weapons, prepare for the fight.
My band of comrades, so cruelly betrayed,
Now face the cold edge of justice´s blade.
They knew how to hit us, they knew where to look,
Our fortress was breached and its mighty walls shook.
Accused of this treason, I fled to the sea,
To track down the true source of that treachery.

Sold out, betrayed!
Attacked, besieged!
Outcast, accused!
Honour, refused!

Ride!
The Black Spot in my hand.
On a quest for the truth,
I scour the land.
This traitorous curr,
Shall die by my hand.
If I´m to be spared,
I must have his head.
I will not rest ´til this traitor is dead.

I called in all favours, I bartered and bribed,
I must find this turncoat, and find him alive.
And so I was taken to a little old inn,
And deep in his cups, my man sat within.
We bitterly battled, but I won the fight,
And tied him beneath the high tide mark that night.
And when I´d made sure he could no longer stand,
I left him there with that black spot in his hand.

Avenged, absolved!
Justice, made right!
Vengeance, deserved!
Honour, preserved!

Ride!
The Black Spot in my hand.
On a quest for the truth,
I scour the land.
This traitorous curr,
Shall die by my hand.
If I´m to be spared,
I must have his head.
I will not rest ´til this traitor is dead.

As the lifeless corpse of my enemy floats in the bay,
Choked on salty brine, I swear a deadly oath.
By Poseidon´s name, no traitor will go unpunished.
Hear these words and tremble, for our vengeance shall be swift and, Merciless!

[Guitar/Keyboard Solo]

Ride!
The Black Spot in my hand.
On a quest for the truth,
I scour the land.
This traitorous curr,
Shall die by my hand.
If I´m to be spared,
I must have his head.
I will not rest ´til this traitor is dead.