Aurelio Voltaire & Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire & Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Our Moglin cook, he grabbed all he could took
He say, "no storm is stoppin' me!"
He made fricassee of a sea anemone
Down at the bottom of the sea
I turned to my first officer and I said
"What have you got to say to me?"
Well, he turned and said, "I'm in over my head."
Down at the bottom of the sea
A she-Braken, lurkin' under my men
Looked up at their legs hungrily
She counted eight so she thought she found a mate
Down at the bottom of the sea
They kicked and they fought but it was all for naught
'Cause she just wouldn't set 'em free
She had them taught in a tight sailor's knot
Down at the bottom of the sea
When the Braken's loose
Grabs you like a noose
Cryin' ain't no use
I just reach out for a barrel of Moglin Juice!
Cysero, was sad to see him go
His story don't end happily
He drifted by with a fishgig in his eye
Down at the bottom of the Sea
Down at the bottom was treasure galore
But guarding it so greedily was
An angry horde of skeletons with
Swords. Down at the bottom of the sea
[For BattleOn!]
When the Braken's loose
Grabs you like a noose
Cryin' ain't no use
I just reach out for a barrel of Moglin Juice!
Down at the bottom of the...
We're at the bottom of the...
Stuck at the bottom of the deep, dark, crazy-fish
Dwellin', between the Braken and the deep blue sea