Track · Aug 19, 2026 · English
THE ISLAND THAT AIN’T ON MAPS
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5:30
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English
Lyrics
[Intro – eerie blues, deep bass]
[Mad Tom]
Land ahead…
[Captain – gravelly]
Drop anchor.
[Old Briggs]
Captain… look at them ships.
[Red Molly]
Some are a hundred years old.
[Captain]
Then they’ve been waiting awhile.
[Heavy riff]
[Verse 1]
Broken hulls along the shoreline,
Masts like crosses in the sand,
Spanish gold and English colors,
Rotting where the dead ships land.
No birds singing in the treetops,
No crabs crawling by the foam,
Twenty-three stepped off the longboat—
Not one bastard felt alone.
Footprints crossed the blackened beach,
But none belonged to living men,
Mad Tom knelt and touched the sand—
“They’ve been walking here again.”
[Pre-Chorus – bass rising]
[Crew]
No wind…
No sound…
Something’s underneath the ground…
[Captain]
Weapons out.
[Crew]
AYE!
[Heavy Drop]
[Chorus]
THE ISLAND THAT AIN’T ON MAPS!
WHERE DEAD SHIPS COME
AND DON’T COME BACK!
BLACK SAND!
BLACK TREES!
SOMETHING WATCHING THROUGH THE LEAVES!
THE ISLAND THAT AIN’T ON MAPS!
FOLLOW EVERY DEVIL’S TRACK!
NO KINGS!
NO CHAINS!
JUST GOLD CALLING OUT OUR NAMES!
[Dubstep groove – dirty blues riff]
[Verse 2]
Found a village past the treeline,
Empty bottles, rusted blades,
Skeletons around the tables
Like they’d died there mid-parade.
Words were carved into the timber,
Deep enough to split the grain:
“TAKE NO GOLD BEYOND THIS SHORE.
THE DEAD WILL SAIL AGAIN.”
Red Molly read it twice,
Old Briggs slowly stepped away,
One-Eyed Jack scratched his beard—
“So… gold’s definitely this way.”
[Crew]
HA! HA! HA!
[Captain]
I like his thinking.
[Industrial Drop]
[Crew]
STEP!
[Bass hit]
MARCH!
[Bass hit]
DON’T!
[Bass hit]
BLINK!
[Chorus]
THE ISLAND THAT AIN’T ON MAPS!
CURSED OR NOT—
WE WANT THAT CACHE!
THROUGH THE RUINS!
THROUGH THE MUD!
FORTUNE’S GOT THE SCENT OF BLOOD!
THE ISLAND THAT AIN’T ON MAPS!
AIN’T NO WAY WE’RE TURNING BACK!
IF THE DEAD COME FOR THEIR GOLD—
WE’LL ASK WHERE THEY HID THE REST!
[Bridge – sinister blues]
[Mad Tom]
Captain… hear that?
[Deep pulse]
THUMP…
THUMP…
[Red Molly]
That ain’t thunder.
[Old Briggs]
It’s beneath us.
[Captain]
Good.
[Red Molly]
GOOD?!
[Captain]
Means we’re close.
[Crushing riff]
[Breakdown]
[Crew]
GOLD!
[Bass drop]
BLOOD!
[Bass drop]
RUM!
[Bass drop]
STEEL!
[Bass drop]
[Captain]
WHAT DO WE FEAR?!
[Crew]
NOTHING!
[Captain]
WHAT DO WE WANT?!
[Crew]
GOLD!
[Captain]
THEN KEEP FUCKING WALKING!
[Massive Drop]
[Final Chorus]
THE ISLAND THAT AIN’T ON MAPS!
TWENTY-THREE AIN’T TURNING BACK!
BLACK FLAG HIGH!
BLADES IN HAND!
WE’LL ROB THE DEVIL WHERE HE STANDS!
NO KINGS!
NO CHAINS!
LET THE CURSED REMEMBER OUR NAMES!
[Crew]
HEAVE-HO!
HEAVE-HO!
[Mad Tom]
CAPTAIN!
Found something.
[Silence]
[Red Molly]
That’s no cave…
[Old Briggs]
It’s a door.
[Deep bass rumble]
[Captain – laughing]
Then knock.
[Final hit]
Style
sinister pirate blues metalgravel vocalsdark dubstep pulsecrushing dropseerie riffsheavy crew chantsenglish
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Tankitall
TankitallGeneratedAug 19, 2026
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