[Intro – slow blues guitar, deep rolling bass]
[Thunder]
[Mad Tom]
They’re still behind us.
[Red Molly]
How many?
[Mad Tom]
All of ’em.
[Captain – gravelly]
Good.
Would’ve hated to waste the powder.
[Slow crushing riff]
[Verse 1]
Black sails covered the horizon,
Dead men crawling through the rain,
Our wounded ship rolled through the thunder,
Every timber screamed in pain.
Twenty-three stood tired and bleeding,
Seven brothers gone below,
But the black flag kept on flying—
So there wasn’t far to go.
Old Briggs tied himself to rigging,
Molly stood beside her guns,
Jack looked down at golden trousers—
Said, “I’d hate to lose these ones.”
[Captain]
Then don’t die, Jack.
[One-Eyed Jack]
Solid plan.
[Deep bass groove]
[Chorus – huge slow gang vocals]
NO GRAVE…
BUT THE SEA…
NO MASTER…
OVER ME…
LET THE THUNDER BREAK THE SKY,
LET THE DEAD COME TAKE THEIR DUE.
NO KINGS…
NO CHAINS…
BLACK FLAG FLYING THROUGH THE RAIN…
IF TONIGHT WE MEET THE DEEP—
WE MEET HER AS A CREW.
[Blues guitar over heavy dubstep pulse]
[Verse 2]
Then the dead fleet formed behind us,
Cannons turning through the storm,
Blue fire burning on their decks
As another wave was born.
[Dead Captain – hollow]
RETURN THE GOLD…
OR JOIN THE DEAD.
[Captain]
Still a terrible bargain.
[Red Molly]
Captain…
Powder’s nearly gone.
[Captain]
How many shots?
[Red Molly]
One broadside.
[Long pause]
[Captain]
Then make it memorable.
[Deep dubstep build]
[Bridge – slow and heavy]
[Crew]
Heave… ho…
One more mile…
Heave… ho…
One more fight…
[Captain]
Boys…
If this ship goes down tonight,
there ain’t another crew
I’d rather sink beside.
[Crew]
AYE!
[Captain]
Molly…
Turn us around.
[Red Molly]
TOWARD THEM?!
[Captain]
Aye.
I’m tired of being chased.
[Massive slow Drop]
[Breakdown – crushing riff]
[Captain]
Raise the black.
[Crew]
HIGH!
[Captain]
Hold your ground.
[Crew]
AYE!
[Captain]
NO KINGS!
[Crew]
NO CHAINS!
[Captain]
NO GRAVE!
[Crew]
BUT THE SEA!
[Dead Captain]
RETURN…
THE…
GOLD…
[Captain]
Come take it.
[Silence]
[Captain]
FIRE.
[Ultimate cannon drop]
BOOOOOOM…
[Final Chorus – massive and slow]
NO GRAVE…
BUT THE SEA…
NO MASTER…
OVER ME…
BLACK FLAG HIGH ABOVE THE STORM,
TWENTY-THREE STILL STANDING FREE.
NO KINGS…
NO CHAINS…
LET THE OCEAN KNOW OUR NAMES…
IF THE DEVIL WANTS OUR SOULS—
HE CAN FOLLOW US TO SEA!
[Crew]
HEAVE… HO…
HEAVE… HO…
DEAD MEN MAKE GOOD CREW…
[Finale – storm fading]
[Mad Tom]
Captain…
The armada’s gone.
[Red Molly]
And the storm.
[Old Briggs]
Sun’s coming up.
[Captain]
What about the gold?
[One-Eyed Jack]
Still here.
[Captain]
Then pour the rum.
[Crew]
AYE!!!
[Captain – laughing]
Set a course for home, boys.
We’re rich.
[Final deep guitar chord