Track · Aug 19, 2026 · English
THE DEAD MAN’S ARMADA
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[Intro – slow blues riff, deep bass rumble]
[Deep bells]
DONG…
DONG…
[Mad Tom – whispering]
Captain…
Every ship in that harbor…
She’s floating.
[Captain – gravelly]
They got crews?
[Red Molly]
Aye.
But none of ’em are breathing.
[Long pause]
[Captain]
Get the gold aboard.
And load the guns.
[Slow crushing riff]
[Verse 1]
Out across that blackened water,
Rotten sails began to rise,
Dead men climbed the broken rigging,
Cold blue fire in their eyes.
Spanish ships from forgotten wars,
English guns from years gone by,
One by one they turned their cannons
As the bells began to cry.
Twenty-three stood on our deck,
Watching Hell surround the bay,
Old Briggs slowly raised his bottle—
Said, “Been nice knowing ye anyway.”
[Slow dubstep pulse]
[Chorus – heavy gang vocals]
THE DEAD MAN’S ARMADA…
RISING FROM THE BLACK…
A hundred ships of dead men
And there ain’t no turning back.
THE DEAD MAN’S ARMADA…
COME TO TAKE THEIR GOLD…
NO KINGS…
NO CHAINS…
AND WE AIN’T GIVING UP OUR SOULS.
[Blues guitar over deep bass]
[Verse 2]
Red Molly primed the cannons,
Jack stood quiet by her side,
Mad Tom watched the shoreline
As the corpses filled the tide.
Then a voice rolled through the darkness,
Older than the ocean floor:
[Dead Captain – hollow]
RETURN WHAT YOU HAVE TAKEN…
AND YOU MAY REACH THE SHORE.
[Captain]
May?
[Dead Captain]
MAY.
[Captain]
That’s a terrible bargain.
[Deep bass growl]
[Captain]
Keep the gold.
[Crew – low laughter]
Heh… heh… heh…
[Heavy Drop]
[Chorus]
THE DEAD MAN’S ARMADA…
LET THEIR ROTTEN CANNONS ROAR…
WE’VE FOUGHT THE LIVING FOR OUR GOLD,
WE’LL FIGHT THE DEAD FOR MORE.
THE DEAD MAN’S ARMADA…
BLACK SAILS ACROSS THE FOAM…
NO KINGS…
NO CHAINS…
AND THIS DAMN TREASURE’S COMING HOME.
[Bridge – slow sinister blues]
[Red Molly]
They’re blocking the channel.
[Old Briggs]
Then we make a channel.
[Captain]
Molly…
Give ’em a broadside.
[Deep dubstep build]
[Red Molly]
With pleasure.
[Massive cannon drop]
BOOOOM…
[Slow riff crashes back]
[Dead Crew – distant]
RETURN…
THE GOLD…
[Crew]
NO…
[Dead Crew]
RETURN…
THE GOLD…
[Crew – louder]
NO!
[Captain]
Ask us one more time.
[Breakdown – crushing blues and bass]
[Dead Captain]
RETURN…
THE…
GOLD…
[Captain]
Molly.
[Red Molly]
Aye?
[Captain]
All of ’em.
[Massive sustained dubstep drop]
[Crew]
NO KINGS…
NO CHAINS…
NO GRAVES…
NO FEAR…
[Final Chorus – enormous and slow]
THE DEAD MAN’S ARMADA…
BURNING ON THE BLACK…
TURN THE SHIP AND LOAD AGAIN,
THE DEVIL’S AT OUR BACK.
THE DEAD MAN’S ARMADA…
LET THE WHOLE DAMN OCEAN KNOW…
TWENTY-THREE STILL STAND AS ONE…
AND WE AIN’T LETTING GO.
[Deep bells]
DONG…
DONG…
[Mad Tom]
Captain…
We opened a path.
[Captain]
Then sail.
[Red Molly]
And the armada?
[Captain]
Let ’em follow.
[Deep bass rumble]
[Captain]
We’ve still got powder.
[Final crushing chord]
Style
slow pirate blues metalgravelly vocalsdeep dubstep cannon dropscrushing riffsdark shanty chantsundead moodenglish
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TankitallGeneratedAug 19, 2026
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