Track · Aug 23, 2026 · English
NO DEBTS TO THE DEAD
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[Intro – slow reggae bass, dark blues guitar]
[Captain – gravelly]
Thousands of dead ships turned.
Cannons faced our side.
The Collector stood before us,
His kingdom at his back.
Chains tightened on our hull.
Green fire filled the sky.
[Crew – low]
No kings…
[Captain]
No chains.
Raise the Black Flag.
[Slow crushing riff]
[Verse 1]
The first dead cannon fired.
[Deep reggae bass drop]
Then another answered back.
[Deep reggae bass drop]
Green fire crossed the water.
[Captain]
RETURN FIRE!
[Crew]
FIRE!
[Heavy dubstep drop]
Our cannons shook the darkness.
Dead ships split apart.
Still every wreck kept crawling
Toward the Collector’s heart.
Then the witch’s voice returned—
“BREAK HIS GOLD.”
[Captain]
You heard her.
Break every fucking coin.
[Reggae dubstep pulse]
[Chorus – slow gang chant]
NO DEBTS TO THE DEAD!
NO SOULS FOR GOLD!
NO MAN’S NAME
IS YOURS TO HOLD!
BREAK THE SILVER!
BREAK THE CHAIN!
GIVE THE DROWNED
THEIR NAMES AGAIN!
NO KING!
NO CHAINS!
BLACK FLAG NEVER
BOWS IN CHAINS!
COLLECTOR!
YOUR REIGN IS DONE!
WE CAME FOR YOU—
NOWHERE TO RUN!
[Heavy bass drop]
[Verse 2]
We fired into mountains
Of silver on the wrecks.
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
A thousand coins exploded.
Voices filled the depths.
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
Chains snapped across the water.
Dead sails fell away.
Sailors rose like shadows…
Freed from their decay.
[Crew – building]
BREAK THE GOLD!
FREE THE DEAD!
[Captain]
KEEP FIRING!
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
The Collector screamed.
His throne split down the middle.
[Crew]
HE’S FALLING!
[Captain]
Not yet.
He still has ours.
[Breakdown – slow reggae groove]
The bastard held our final coin
Inside his rotten hand.
My name burned across the silver.
He said—
“Your debt remains.”
I stepped onto his broken throne.
Put my pistol to the coin.
[Captain – low]
Here’s my payment.
[Silence]
[Massive reggae bass drop]
The coin shattered.
Every chain went still.
Every freed soul turned
Toward the Collector.
[Crew – low]
Debt comes due…
Debt comes due…
[Captain]
Aye.
His.
[Heavy crushing drop]
[Final Chorus – slow and massive]
NO DEBTS TO THE DEAD!
NO CHAINS REMAIN!
THE SEA WILL NEVER
OWN OUR NAMES!
BLACK FLAG HIGH!
LET HER FLY!
WE STOLE OUR SOULS
BACK FROM THE TIDE!
NO KING!
NO CHAINS!
NO CURSED GOLD
WILL MARK OUR NAMES!
COLLECTOR!
DOWN YOU GO!
WITH EVERY DEBT
YOU STOLE BELOW!
[Crew]
NO KINGS!
NO CHAINS!
[Captain]
AND NO FUCKING DEBTS.
[Outro – slow reggae bass]
The Collector sank beneath
A sea of broken silver.
His kingdom followed.
Then morning broke above us.
Blue water.
Warm sun.
And for the first time…
Our compass pointed north.
[Crew – low]
Where now, Captain?
[Captain]
Home.
We’ve got rum waiting.
And boys…
Next time we steal treasure—
check if it’s fucking cursed first.
[Crew – laughing]
AYE, CAPTAIN!
[Final deep bass drop]
Style
slow southern metal bluesheavy reggae dubstepgravelly captaincrew chantsdeep bass groovecrushing riffsenglish
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Tankitall
TankitallGeneratedAug 23, 2026
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