[Verse 1] The lanterns swing in a blood-red haze Salt in the wounds of a dying age Orders barked from a gilded throne But we’ve been bleeding for a crown not our own Gunpowder breath and splintered pride We’ve watched good men get cast aside Fleet flags snapping in the gale But tonight… we raise the black sail [Pre-Chorus] No more dying for a king who never knew our names No more drowning in their glory and their games [Chorus] Raise it high — let the black sail fly Cut the colors loose and let the old world die Brothers in the fire, we decide our fate If they call us traitors — we’ll embrace the hate Turn the guns, let the thunder roar We were their shield — we’re that no more From the ashes of the fleet we set our trail Born in the storm beneath the black sail [Verse 2] Quartermaster’s got a loaded grin First mate says, “It’s sink or swim.” Powder monkeys run the deck While the admiral’s ship don’t see the threat Signal lights in the dead of night Three short flashes — now ignite Cannons swing with a hungry cry And friendly hulls go up in sky [Pre-Chorus] No more shackles dressed like honor on our backs We take our freedom in a broadside attack [Chorus] Raise it high — let the black sail fly Cut the colors loose and let the old world die Brothers in the fire, we decide our fate If they call us traitors — we’ll embrace the hate Turn the guns, let the thunder roar We were their shield — we’re that no more From the ashes of the fleet we set our trail Born in the storm beneath the black sail [Bridge – Slower, darker] Hear the cracking of the mast Hear the oaths we swore won’t last Gold and glory? Lies we sold Freedom’s worth more than their gold Captain standing at the wheel Eyes like iron, voice like steel “Point her where the wild winds wail… Tonight we live by the black sail.” [Breakdown – Heavy / chant style] Black sail rising Fleet capsizing No more kneeling No more hiding Blood in water Cut the order Fire and plunder Hear the thunder [Final Chorus – Bigger] Raise it high — let the black sail fly Let the cannons write our alibi From loyal sons to the ocean’s bane We burn our past in powder and flame Let them hunt us, let them wail Ghosts of the crown on a broken trail We chose our storm, we chose our tale We live… and die… by the black sail [Outro] When dawn breaks cold on a crimson tide And wreckage drifts where fleets once cried They’ll whisper low through fear and gale… Beware the crew of the black sail.
