Lyrics
[INTRO – Deep gravelly captain’s voice, slow stomping boots, distant male choir]
Ohhhhh, boys…
They say the sea takes everything from a man…
His blood… his bones… his fucking soul…
But there’s a different kind of monster…
Down where the iron grows.
[CAPTAIN – SHOUTED]
WHAT DO WE WANT?!
[CREW – THUNDEROUS RESPONSE]
MORE FUCKING MASS!
[CAPTAIN]
AND WHEN DO WE STOP?!
[CREW]
WHEN THE GODDAMN BAR SNAPS!
[VERSE 1 – Traditional sea shanty, deep bass vocals, rhythmic foot stomps]
Oh, the sun ain’t up and the world’s still asleep,
But the iron calls from the ocean deep.
With a belly full of fire and a heart full of hate,
We sail for the racks where the big boys train.
There’s chalk on our hands and blood in our eyes,
And the weight of the world where the deadlift lies.
So hoist that steel, let the weak men flee,
There’s a fucking great beast where a man should be!
[PRE-CHORUS – Captain calls, crew responds]
CAPTAIN: What’s in the barrel?!
CREW: TESTOSTERONE!
CAPTAIN: What’s in the hold?!
CREW: TREN AND BONE!
CAPTAIN: What do we chase?!
CREW: THE PUMP, THE PAIN!
ALL: TILL THE FUCKING IRON KNOWS OUR NAME!
[CHORUS – Huge traditional male sea shanty choir, pounding drums]
HEAVE! HO! LET THE BLOOD FLOW!
LOAD THAT FUCKING BAR AND LET THE MUSCLES GROW!
HEAVE! HO! THROUGH THE WIND AND THE RAIN!
WE’RE THE JUICED-UP BASTARDS WITH THE IRON IN OUR VEINS!
OH-HO-HO! LET THE BIG BOYS ROW!
WITH A CHEST FULL OF FIRE AND A BACK FULL OF STONE!
HEAVE! HO! TILL THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS!
WE DON’T FUCKING STOP WHEN THE BLOOD STARTS TO FLOW!
[VERSE 2 – Beat switches to aggressive double-time rap over shanty drums and fiddle]
Yeah!
Got the test in the vial and the tren on the brain,
Got the devil on my shoulder saying, “Load that shit again!”
Big dreams, thick veins, plates on the floor,
Built a fucking monster, now the monster wants more.
Syringes and squats, it’s a chemically charged obsession,
But the needle ain’t doing those fucking bench press sessions.
Gotta row that weight, gotta earn that throne,
Can’t inject the guts when you’re lifting alone.
Anadrol legends, the tales that they tell,
Of the monsters who wandered through anabolic hell.
Delts like cannonballs, traps like a mast,
Making every single shirt look like it won’t fucking last.
Got that bicep swelling like a sail in a storm,
Got the whole crew yelling when the deadlifts roar.
And I don’t give a fuck what the landlubbers say,
I’m chasing that pump till the end of my days!
[RAP BREAK – Fast triplet delivery]
Rip it, grip it, lift it, never quit it,
Got the weight on the bar and the whole crew with it!
Stack it, rack it, attack it, crack it,
Got a back like a ship and the power to back it!
No mercy, no fear, got the sweat in my beard,
Every motherfucking rep makes the mission more clear!
We came for the iron, we stayed for the war,
And the bastard inside me keeps screaming for MORE!
[CHORUS – Full male choir, bigger drums, clapping and stomping]
HEAVE! HO! LET THE BLOOD FLOW!
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Style
dark traditional pirate sea shanty fused with aggressive hardcore rap. deep gravelly male sea captain vocalsenormous cenglish
Credits
Prompt by
DieseL
DieseLGeneratedOct 26, 2026
ModelZona