Raise the sails, the dawn is near, Gold and thunder fill the air, Cannon smoke and steel collide, The sea will judge the bold and the fair! Rum in hand and scars to show, We carve our names where tempests blow, Through flame and foam we hunt our fate, The crown of greed we’ll desecrate! Raise your sword, to the endless tide! Freedom calls from the storm outside! No king, no chain, no law can bind— We sail where legends hide! Blood and salt upon our skin, We pay the price, we’ll never bend, The map was drawn in rebel’s ink, To hell with rules, we’ll never sink! The storm is near, the mast will creak, But fortune smiles on the bold and bleak, Through cannon fire our song rings clear, The ocean bows when pirates steer! Raise your sword, to the endless tide! Freedom calls from the storm outside! No crown, no creed, no god will bind— We rule the roaring brine! Raise your sword… To the endless tide…
