Men of Fortune

Men of Fortune - 3 Inches of Blood

Across the desert sands and deep into the briny sea

Take ourselves to the limit

To the threshold of our wildest dreams

Our desire knows no bounds

All the treasure we must have

We want it we want it

We stake our rightful claim

Rise to the challenge

For glorious triumph we claim

Men of fortune

We accept spoils or death

To the ends of the earth

Men of fortune we are

All the glory we seek will be ours

No limitations to the danger we scorn

Men of fortune will always go far

No challenge is too great

No object to hard to obtain

Scour through the oldest ruins for the relics

That would bring eternal wealth

We've always been prepared

Adventure found at every turn

Boldly moving forward

So our names will live on through history

To the end of the earth

Men of fortune we are

All the glory we seek will be ours

'Til the end of our days

Men of fortune we are

Rise to the challenge

For glorious triumph we claim

Men of fortune

We accept spoils or death

'Till the end of our days

Men of fortune we are

All will know of the legends we made

Through the ages our stories will be told

Men of fortune for evermore