Hear the ropes groan… Hear the mast cry… Brothers of the black salt… Raise your voices high… We were carved from the tide where the dead ships sleep, Born of the storms that swallow the deep. Salt on our tongues and fire in our bones, We sail with the ghosts that call us home. Hoist it up — let the black wind roar. Hoist it up — we’ve bled this shore. Hoist it up — we fear no night. We’re the Black Salt Brotherhood, ready to fight. Raise your voice, let the dark sea hear, We’re the ones the storms still fear. Through the cold, through the curse, through the endless night, We are brothers of the black salt — born to fight. [VERSE 2] Lanterns swing as the deckbones creak, The tide pulls hard like a beast unleashed. We follow the stars that the cursed men dread, Where the sky turns red and the brave turn dead. Heave it in — let the ropes near snap. Heave it in — feel the blood in your veins. Heave it in — let the storm gods know, We’re the Black Salt Brotherhood, ready to go. Raise your voice, let the dark sea hear, We’re the ones the storms still fear. Through the cold, through the curse, through the endless night, We are brothers of the black salt — born to fight. If the sea wants blood… She’ll take her fill… But she’ll never take our fire… Or break our will… Hoist it up — let the black wind roar. Hoist it up — we’ve bled this shore. Hoist it up — we fear no night. We’re the Black Salt Brotherhood… Born to fight.
