Aye, brimstone breath, Blackbeard in the mist when I enter Ember in beard, let it flare like a warning to sailors that drift off the centre Dead reckoning, never been led by a compass or crown or pretender Currents get bent when I step on the deck, I don’t sail it, I render Calico cuts, quick slash, let the sabre sing back in a blur Anne Bonny temper, I carry the fury, the flame in the stir Mary Read posture, I stand in the raid, never mask what I were Every last legend you speak of in taverns, I been, I became, I occur Queen Anne’s Revenge in the wake, let the waves take shape in my name Dead Man’s Chest where your crew get pressed, now they part of the chain Dutchman drift when I lift one hand, let the fog rearrange I don’t chase no myth, I eclipse it, rewrite it, then bury the page Who command the abyss when the lanterns die (Cap’n!) Who make tempests twist when they pass him by (Cap’n!) Who make Dutchman rise from the mud and flood All hands bow down, that’s the Pirate God Who bend every chart, every star, every tide (Him!) Who let Kraken wake when he open his eyes No soul survive if they testing my blood Sink or be claimed by the Pirate God Aye, Bermuda distort when I orbit the storm in a war with the sky Coordinates fold, every course get absorbed when I force ‘em to die Leviathan bones mark the zones where the bold and the fortunate tried Now it’s reefs made of fleets that believed they could reach where the forbidden reside Jolly Roger rise, let it rot in your sight like a permanent scar Black Pearl pace, I don’t race, I erase every trace from afar Cannon cadence, let it bang in a pattern, percussion of war Broadside thunder turn a hundred hulls under in seconds, no memoir Davy Jones ledger, I’m checking the debt of the dead in the deep Ink never dry when I sign with the tide, now they tethered to me You chase treasure, I measure the pressure of souls that I keep Every myth you repeat is a piece of the reach of the terror I be You dared cross my waters… now you drown. I don’t just end you, I enter your vessel and sever the helm and I level the deck I’m taking the wind out your sail and impaling your crew on the edge of a wreck I’m owning the ocean, eroding your motion, you step and you’re already checked I call in the storm and deform every course, now there’s nowhere to run or protect I’m cracking your mast and I’m stacking your fate in a pattern of cannon attack I’m dragging you under, the thunder above and the hull getting split from the back I’m sending a Kraken to wrap in a second, constricting and snapping you fast You’re lost in the current, I’m turning the tide, now your name just a mark of the past I will erase you, replace you with bones in the deep where the cold pressure sit I will enslave every wave that you brave, every grave get engraved when I spit I will control every soul that you roll with, they fold when I tighten my grip I don’t need gold, I take whole fleets down and then sink em for sport like it’s nothing to me Dutchman arise when I signal the night, let the dead come collect what you owe Black flag ascend, that’s the end of your men, ain’t a breath left to beg for or borrow You thought you was king of the sea, now you see what it mean when a god take control I don’t just conquer, I wipe out your legend and leave you with nowhere to go Hull start splitting, hear the timber complain Wind start shifting but it whisper my name Prayers get lost, never reach who you claim Sea chose a ruler, now nothing the same Who command the abyss when the lanterns die (Cap’n! Cap’n!) Who make tempests twist when they pass him by (Cap’n! Cap’n!) Dutchman rise when I summon the flood All hands bow down, that’s the Pirate God Storm in my lungs, every tide in a bind Every last wave get aligned to my mind Legends dissolve when they step in my brine I don’t chase, I define Heave ho, depth below Names get lost where the cold tides flow Heave ho, don’t you know God of the sea, you’re already owed
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