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Oh, yeah
On wings of black catastrophe on high
Above us soars the albatross of night
The current drives our frigate toward the shoal
One question hangs upon the sailor's soul
What warning does the albatross convey
For all can see the wreck is on its way
Oh, yeah
On wings of black catastrophe on high
Above us soars the albatross of night
The current drives our frigate toward the shoal
One question hangs upon the sailor's soul
What warning does the albatross convey
For all can see the wreck is on its way