[Verse 1] Steel clouds crack as the cannons roar, Iron tide drags us from the shore, Black flag bleeds in the sulfur sky, Jael laughs cold as the angels cry. [Pre-Chorus] Rust-red moon on a broken mast, Nails in the deck hold the verdict fast, Salt in the wound and blood in the grip, Hell rides high on this pirate ship. [Chorus] Raise the dead from the ocean’s lip, Chain the storm to the iron ship, Jael screams rage as the bulkheads rip, We are the void where the sun can’t slip. [Bridge] Anchor made of shattered crowns, Hull stitched tight with the traitors’ bones, Jael carves law in the thunder’s script, Metal and wrath—let the world be stripped.
