(Verse 1 – A slow, eerie start, like a warning whispered by doomed sailors) Beware the mist, beware the tide, Where ghostly ships in silence glide. No living man returns to tell, Where Harkon’s fleet rides forth from hell. A king of bones, a mind unchained, A soul in rags, a past bloodstained. Yet still he sails, yet still he fights, Upon the waves of endless night. (Chorus – Fierce and triumphant, as if sung by his undead crew) Raise the black, sound the drum! The dead still sail, the time has come! Storms may rage and cannons roar, But Harkon rules forevermore! (Verse 2 – The depths of his madness, his fractured mind calling out in rage) A thousand voices shriek and wail, Within his skull, they gnaw and flail. His words are lost, his thoughts are torn, A king adrift, undead, forlorn. Yet still he thirsts, yet still he schemes, In madness bound, in death he dreams. His kingdom waits, his prize is near, The world shall drown in death and fear! (Chorus – Louder and wilder, the crew drunk on war and damnation) Raise the black, sound the drum! The dead still sail, the time has come! Storms may rage and cannons roar, But Harkon rules forevermore! (Bridge – A haunting moment, as whispers of drowned souls rise through the storm) The sea is dark, the tide is red, No gold remains, just silent dread. The dead arise, the lost obey, For none escape the Vampire’s sway! (Verse 3 – The final march, the last warning before doom strikes) A ship takes form, its sails are torn, Yet still it glides through mist forlorn. A captain stands with hollow gaze, His curse shall last till end of days! (Final Chorus – A thunderous war cry, the fleet of the damned surging forward) Raise the black, sound the drum! The dead still sail, the time has come! Storms may rage and cannons roar, But Harkon rules forevermore!
