(Verse 1) The sun bled out on Martinique’s shore, Crimson and violet on the ocean floor, Black Serpent crept in a beggar’s disguise, With grapples padded and murder in our eyes. Breezy at the bow, storm-clouds in her stare, Cutlass kissed her hip and vengeance in her prayer. (Chorus) Hey! Ghosts over the rail in the dying light, Silent as death and hungry for a fight! Down to the brig where the chains hang cold, For a sister bound in a French ship’s hold! Roll me the thunder, roll me the roar, We’ll dance on their decks till the decks run gore! (Verse 2) We swung from the ropes like the Devil’s own spawn, Boots kissed the planks in the hush before dawn, Lanterns bobbed lazy, guards half-drunk and slow, Didn’t see the shadows that death let go. Greg hit the deck like a cannonball’s twin, Young Josh beside him with a reckless grin. (Chorus) Hey! Ghosts over the rail in the dying light, Silent as death and hungry for a fight! One squealin’ hinge and the night turns red, We’re comin’ for Mikayla or we’re all of us dead! Roll me the thunder, roll me the roar, The Serpent’s awake and she’s thirsty for war! (Verse 3) Past snoring marines and the stink of their fear, Past barrels of powder and barrels of beer, Every creak of the timbers a heartbeat too loud, Every lantern a traitor that screamed to the crowd. Breezy’s hand signed—forward, no sound, no spark, Down the black throat of the ship to the dark. (Chorus) Hey! Ghosts over the rail in the dying light, Silent as death and hungry for a fight! Chains are a-clinkin’ like funeral bells, But tonight those chains are comin’ out of hell! Roll me the thunder, roll me the roar, We’ll carve our names where the Devil keeps score! (Bridge—spoken low, then rising) One guard turns… One lantern sways… One heartbeat from the alarm… But the sea herself holds her breath tonight. (Final Verse—faster, defiant) We reached the companion, the hatch breathed despair, Fetid and hot like the Devil’s own lair, Down the last ladder, blades hungry and bright— Mikayla, we’re comin’, hold fast to the fight! If the French wake now, let the broadsides sing, We’ll paint these walls with the blood of a king! (Final Chorus—everyone roaring) HEY! Ghosts over the rail and we own the night! Silent no longer—we burn and we bite! For sister, for daughter, for blood and for name, La Foudre will remember the Serpent’s flame! Roll me the thunder, roll me the roar, Tonight the sea runs red evermore! (Last line, half-spoken over fading cheers) And somewhere below, a chained girl smiled… because she heard the song coming.
