[Intro] Two figures step where the old maps end, One wears a grin, one commands the wind. No crown, no crew, no borrowed fame— Tonight the deck meets the laughing flame. [Hyena Man] I crawl from the border where the bad roads bend, Teeth like a promise I refuse to amend. You polish that coat like a relic on display, I turn proud captains into yesterday. My laugh hits hard when the room goes still, I hunt every doubt with a predator’s will. You brought a title, a compass, a name— I brought the hunger that devours the game. [Captain Jack] Mind your tongue, young beast, and measure your breath, I’ve watched bold men bargain with thunder and death. This coat has known salt, and these hands know the wheel, I don’t need a grin to prove what I feel. You stalk through the dark thinking fear makes you king, But a ship obeys hands that can weather the swing. Your claws may flash bright, your threats may sound grand— Yet storms learn respect when I give them command. [Chorus] Who owns the night when the last bell rings? Who stands tall when the cold tide swings? One brings the laugh, one brings the law— Two legends collide with their backs to the wall. No retreat, no truce, no room to hide— Let the truth choose a victor tonight. [Hyena Man] You speak like a monument, cracked at the base, I smell old victories fading away in your face. Your map is a museum, your legend is dust, I’m the wild little error that ruins your trust. You steer by tradition; I steer by the chase, I make every straight line abandon its place. When the crowd hears that cackle, their courage goes thin— I don’t need your ship when the whole world can spin. [Captain Jack] And you confuse noise with a reason to lead, A hungry mouth does not make a creed. I’ve buried bright heroes who mistook rage for skill, Then watched the sea grow quiet against their will. You leap at a target; I wait for the turn, I know which fires to feed and which bridges to burn. Your chaos is loud, but my silence is steel— A captain survives by knowing what’s real. [Bridge] Hyena Man: Laugh if you dare, old sailor, come close. Captain Jack: I’ve faced worse teeth in a colder post. Hyena Man: Your age is a chain. Captain Jack: Your pride is a snare. Both: The winner is forged when there’s nowhere to spare. [Final Chorus] Who owns the night when the last bell rings? Who stands tall when the cold tide swings? The laugh meets the helm, the wild meets the wise, Two burning names underneath battered skies. No retreat, no truce, let the final words fly— One will claim the deck, one will swallow pride. [Outro] Hyena Man: Keep your compass, captain; I’ll follow the sound. Captain Jack: Keep your laughter, beast; I’ll hold my ground. Both: When the tale is retold and the old ink turns black, The sea will remember who never stepped back.
