[Intro – slow dirty blues, deep dubstep pulse]
[Captain – gravelly]
There she is, boys…
More gold than any king deserves.
Take your time.
We ain’t leaving a damn coin behind.
[Heavy slow riff]
[Verse 1]
Down beneath that cursed mountain,
Past the darkness and the stone,
Lay enough forgotten treasure
To buy every port we’d known.
Silver sleeping in the shadows,
Rubies scattered at our feet,
Old Briggs found himself a crown
And Molly found a blade to keep.
Jack laid laughing in the treasure,
Gold piled halfway to his chin,
Then the fool stood up and hollered—
[One-Eyed Jack]
LOOK!
I GOT GOLDEN PANTS!
[Captain]
…Beautiful, Jack.
[Crew – laughing]
HA! HA! HA!
[Slow bass drop]
[Chorus – heavy gang vocals]
DIG… YE GREEDY BASTARDS…
TAKE THAT GOLD AND TAKE IT SLOW…
Fill the chests and fill the longboats,
Take everything that ain’t nailed down.
DIG… YE GREEDY BASTARDS…
FORTUNE’S CALLING FROM BELOW…
NO KINGS…
NO CHAINS…
AND WE’RE NEVER GOING POOR AGAIN.
[Blues guitar – rolling dubstep groove]
[Verse 2]
Mad Tom wandered deeper inward,
Where the torchlight barely stayed,
Found an iron door half buried
Where no footprints marked the way.
Behind it sat a single chest,
Black as midnight, bound in chains,
And carved into the wall above it
Was a warning plain as day:
“TAKE THE SILVER.
TAKE THE GOLD.
LEAVE THIS CHEST
AND LEAVE WITH YOUR SOUL.”
[Red Molly]
Captain…
We got enough.
[Old Briggs]
More than enough.
[One-Eyed Jack]
I wouldn’t touch that bastard.
[Captain]
Jack doesn’t want the gold?
[Long pause]
Now I’m worried.
[Deep dubstep rumble]
[Chorus]
DIG… YE GREEDY BASTARDS…
WE CAME TOO FAR TO TURN AROUND…
Take the silver, take the diamonds,
Take the fortune underground.
DIG… YE GREEDY BASTARDS…
BUT SOMETHING’S BREATHING DOWN BELOW…
NO KINGS…
NO CHAINS…
AND THERE’S ONE MORE CHEST TO GO.
[Bridge – slow blues]
[Mad Tom]
We leaving it?
[Captain]
No.
[Red Molly]
You read the warning.
[Captain]
Aye.
[Old Briggs]
And?
[Captain]
I didn’t sail through Hell
to leave the best chest behind.
Break the lock.
[Massive slow drop]
[Chest opens]
[Silence]
[One-Eyed Jack]
One coin?
[Mad Tom]
Nobody touch it.
[Metallic clink]
[Captain]
Jack…
[One-Eyed Jack]
What?
It’s gold.
[Deep pulse]
THUMP…
THUMP…
[Old Briggs]
You stupid bastard.
[Breakdown – slow crushing riff]
[Ancient Voices]
RETURN…
THE GOLD…
RETURN…
THE GOLD…
[Crew – low]
Heave… ho…
Take the gold…
Heave… ho…
Time to go…
[Final Chorus – massive and slow]
DIG… YE GREEDY BASTARDS…
LOAD THE GOLD AND MOVE IT OUT…
BLACK FLAG HIGH…
FORTUNE OURS…
LET THE DEAD COME TAKE IT NOW.
NO KINGS…
NO CHAINS…
LET THE CURSED REMEMBER OUR NAMES.
[Deep bell]
DONG…
DONG…
[Mad Tom]
Captain…
The wrecked ships.
[Captain]
What about ’em?
[Mad Tom]
They’re moving.
[Deep sustained bass drop]