[Intro – slow blues riff, deep bass pulse]
[Crew – low]
Heave… ho…
Heave… ho…
[Captain – gravelly]
Three days east.
No gulls.
No stars.
And that water ain’t blue anymore.
[Mad Tom – whispering]
Captain…
It’s black.
[Captain]
Then we’re on the right course.
[Heavy riff]
[Verse 1]
Sun disappeared behind us,
Though it wasn’t even night,
Compass started spinning
Like it’d lost the will to fight.
Not a breath across the canvas,
Not a ripple on the foam,
Just a hundred miles of blackness
Between fortune and our home.
Old Briggs gripped the rigging,
Red Molly checked her guns,
Jack stared down into the water—
Said, “Boys… I think it runs.”
[Pre-Chorus – bass building]
[Crew]
Into the black…
Into the deep…
Where dead men drift
And devils sleep…
[Captain]
KEEP HER EAST!
[Crew]
AYE!
[Captain]
AND DON’T LOOK DOWN!
[Heavy Drop]
[Chorus]
SAIL INTO THE BLACK!
NO WIND TO TURN US BACK!
HEAVE THAT ROPE!
HOLD HER FAST!
WE’VE CROSSED THE LINE—
THE DIE IS CAST!
SAIL INTO THE BLACK!
LET THE DEEP COME ATTACK!
NO KINGS!
NO CHAINS!
ONLY THUNDER IN OUR VEINS!
[Dubstep groove – blues guitar over rolling bass]
[Verse 2]
Then the fog came crawling,
Cold as fingers on the deck,
Wrapped around the timber
Like a noose around our neck.
Mad Tom stopped his laughing.
Molly whispered, “Hear that sound?”
DONG…
[Deep bass hit]
DONG…
[Bass hit]
A bell was ringing somewhere
From the darkness underground.
Jack dropped his bottle.
Briggs forgot to swear.
Thirty hardened bastards
Just stood frozen there.
[Captain]
Old man said we’d hear bells.
[Crew]
AYE…
[Captain]
Means the map ain’t lying.
LOAD THE FUCKING GUNS.
[Massive Drop]
[Crew]
HEAVE!
[Bass hit]
HO!
[Bass hit]
INTO!
[Bass hit]
THE!
[Bass hit]
BLACK!
[Chorus]
SAIL INTO THE BLACK!
LET THE DEAD COME SCRATCHING BACK!
THROUGH THE FOG!
THROUGH THE NIGHT!
KEEP THAT CURSED HORIZON RIGHT!
SAIL INTO THE BLACK!
BLACK FLAG CRACKING AT OUR BACK!
IF THE OCEAN WANTS OUR BONES—
SHE’LL HAVE TO TAKE ’EM WHILE WE FIGHT!
[Bridge – stripped blues, deep electronic pulse]
[Mad Tom – whispering]
Something moved beneath us.
[Captain]
Whale?
[Mad Tom]
Too big.
[Silence]
[Deep bass rumble]
[Red Molly]
Captain…
There’s another one.
[Captain]
Another what?
[Red Molly]
Ship.
[Crushing riff]
[Breakdown]
[Crew]
NO KINGS!
[Bass hit]
NO CHAINS!
[Bass hit]
NO FEAR!
[Bass hit]
NO GRAVES!
[Captain]
BLACK FLAG HIGH!
[Crew]
BLACK FLAG HIGH!
[Captain]
GUNS AT READY!
[Crew]
AYE! AYE!
[Final Chorus]
SAIL INTO THE BLACK!
AIN’T NO DAMN WAY WE’RE TURNING BACK!
DEATH AHEAD!
HELL BEHIND!
FORTUNE’S WAITING DOWN THE LINE!
SAIL INTO THE BLACK!
LET THE WHOLE DAMN OCEAN CRACK!
[Crew]
HEAVE-HO!
HEAVE-HO!
[Captain]
Whatever ship’s in that fog…
Better pray it ain’t hunting us.
[Deep horn in the distance]
[Mad Tom]
Captain…
I think it is.
[Final bass drop]