The tide rolls low, the lanterns dim, A whisper crawls across the brim… Salt on my tongue and rust in my veins, I’ve sailed through fire, blood, and chains. The moon hides deep in a shroud of gray, And the Black Wind calls, “Come out to play.” Crewmen hush when its howl draws near, For it speaks in tongues only devils hear. It bends our masts and steals our sight, A shadowed breath born out of night. Raise the ropes, make fast! Steady now, lads, hold fast! Ohh, Black Wind Carry me home or drag me under! Cold as the grave, loud as the thunder. If fortune favors the bold, we’ll win, But every man shivers when the Black Wind spins. Black Wind… Black Wind… Guide us or damn us again. We chased a gold-laced merchant brig, Her captain proud, her belly big. But the sky turned ink and the world turned red, And half my men woke up dead. The Black Wind laughed as it tore our sails, Drowned our hopes in the chopping gales. Still I grip the helm with a cursed grin, For no storm breaks the heart of a pirate’s sin. Batten down, stay true! Let the sea test all we do! Ohh, Black Wind Carry me home or drag me under! Cold as the grave, loud as the thunder. If fortune favors the bold, we’ll win, But every man shivers when the Black Wind spins. Black Wind… Black Wind… Guide us or damn us again. A thousand ghosts in the water below, Calling my name where the dead men go. Yet still I sail, defying the fates, For the sea loves the soul it breaks. Let the storm break bones and skin, I answer only to the Black Wind. Ohh, Black Wind Carry me home or drag me under! Cold as the grave, loud as the thunder. If fortune favors the bold, we’ll win, But every man shivers when the Black Wind spins. Black Wind… Black Wind… Take this heart forged out of sin. Guide us… or claim us… Again. So hoist the flag and pour the gin, For we sail tonight with the Black Wind.
