Track · Aug 19, 2026 · English
THE SEA COLLECTS HER DEBTS
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[Intro – mournful blues guitar, deep bass pulse]
[Captain – gravelly]
Count the living.
[Red Molly]
Twenty-three.
[Captain]
We left port with thirty.
[Silence]
[Old Briggs]
Aye…
Sea took seven.
[Captain]
Then remember their names.
[Heavy riff]
[Verse 1]
Smoke still rolled across the deck,
Blood ran through the rain,
Seven empty hammocks swinging
With nobody left to blame.
Lost McGraw beside the cannon,
Young Finn beneath the mast,
Three went screaming overboard
When that final broadside passed.
We won ourselves the battle,
Watched their broken colors sink,
But victory tastes different
When there’s blood inside your drink.
[Crew – low]
Heave… ho…
Heave… ho…
[Pre-Chorus]
[Captain]
Raise your cups.
[Crew]
TO THE DEAD!
[Captain]
Raise ’em high.
[Crew]
TO THE LOST!
[Captain]
And what do we owe the sea?
[Crew]
WHATEVER IT COSTS!
[Heavy Drop]
[Chorus]
THE SEA COLLECTS HER DEBTS!
IN BLOOD AND BROKEN DECKS!
SHE TAKES HER GOLD!
SHE TAKES HER MEN!
THEN COMES TO TAKE AGAIN!
THE SEA COLLECTS HER DEBTS!
BUT WE AIN’T FINISHED YET!
NO KINGS!
NO CHAINS!
AND WE AIN’T DEAD MEN YET!
[Dubstep groove – slow blues guitar]
[Verse 2]
Then thunder split the blackness,
Rain came sideways through the night,
Our mainsail hung in tatters
And the mast leaned hard to right.
Old Briggs worked the rigging,
Molly patched another hole,
Jack stopped telling jokes awhile
And poured one for every soul.
Mad Tom watched the water,
Then he slowly shook his head:
“Captain… storm ain’t chasing us.
It’s pushing us ahead.”
[Deep bass rising]
[Captain]
Toward the island?
[Mad Tom]
Aye.
[Captain]
Then hold the course.
[Storm Drop]
[Crew]
HEAVE!
[Bass hit]
HO!
[Bass hit]
PULL!
[Bass hit]
HOLD!
[Bass hit]
DON’T LET GO!
[Chorus]
THE SEA COLLECTS HER DEBTS!
WITH EVERY WAVE SHE SENDS!
BREAK OUR MAST!
TEAR OUR SAIL!
WE’LL RIDE THAT BITCH THROUGH HELL!
THE SEA COLLECTS HER DEBTS!
LET HER COME AND MAKE HER BET!
WE’VE BURIED SEVEN MEN TONIGHT—
SHE AIN’T TAKING EIGHT!
[Bridge – stripped blues]
[Captain]
McGraw…
Finn…
Harlan…
Boone…
Silas…
Cole…
And Avery.
Seven bastards.
Seven brothers.
[Crew – low]
To the deep…
[Captain]
No.
To the crew.
Forever.
[Crushing riff]
[Crew]
DEAD MEN MAKE GOOD CREW!
DEAD MEN MAKE GOOD CREW!
[Breakdown – heavy bass and guitars]
WAVE!
[Bass drop]
HOLD!
THUNDER!
[Bass drop]
HOLD!
DEATH!
[Bass drop]
HOLD!
[Captain]
WHAT DO WE DO?!
[Crew]
SAIL!
[Massive Drop]
[Final Chorus]
THE SEA COLLECTS HER DEBTS!
BUT SHE AIN’T GOT US YET!
BLACK FLAG HIGH!
THROUGH THE NIGHT!
TWENTY-THREE STILL STAND AND FIGHT!
NO KINGS!
NO CHAINS!
LET THE STORM REMEMBER OUR NAMES!
[Crew]
HEAVE-HO!
HEAVE-HO!
[Captain]
Hold her steady, boys!
[Mad Tom]
CAPTAIN!
[Captain]
What?!
[Mad Tom]
LAND AHEAD!
[Silence]
[Red Molly]
That island…
It ain’t on the map.
[Captain]
Oh, it’s on ours.
[Final bass rumble]
Style
dark pirate blues metalmournful gravel vocalsheavy dubstep pulsecrushing riffsstorm dropscrew chantsenglish
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Prompt by
Tankitall
TankitallGeneratedAug 19, 2026
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