[Intro] [Low, distant] Salt on the rope, iron in hand No map survives where we make our stand [Verse 1] The harbor bell struck once in the fog We dragged the longboat past the sleeping dock Black cloth snapping from a splintered mast Every debt we carried had a broken past The captain drew a line in the tar Said, โChoose your side before the first starโ You looked at me with a match in your teeth And kicked the old world underneath [Pre-Chorus] Hold your breath Count the guns When the silence falls We become one [Chorus] Raise the black, let the cold sea witness We were forged where the deep runs vicious Heave-ho, answer the drum No retreat till the reckoning comes Raise the black, let the whole deck thunder Break the gate and drag the tyrant under Call my nameโIโll answer yours We are the storm at the enemyโs doors [Verse 2] The moon hung low like a silver coin The watchmen laughed at the ragged crew aboard Then the fiddle screamed from the cannon smoke And the quiet town finally heard us choke Boot heels struck on the weathered planks Steel rang bright as we emptied the tanks You took the wheel through the burning rain I saw fear turn hard into flame [Pre-Chorus] Hold your breath Count the guns When the silence falls We become one [Chorus] Raise the black, let the cold sea witness We were forged where the deep runs vicious Heave-ho, answer the drum No retreat till the reckoning comes Raise the black, let the whole deck thunder Break the gate and drag the tyrant under Call my nameโIโll answer yours We are the storm at the enemyโs doors [Bridge] [Sudden silence] If I go down, take the blade If you go down, Iโll storm the grave One last bell, one last breath We make a bargain louder than death [Gang] Who owns the tide? [Lead] We do! [Gang] Who breaks the chain? [Lead] We do! [Gang] Who stands tonight? [Lead] We do! [All] Then light the fuse and drive it through! [Final Chorus] Raise the black, let the cold sea witness We were forged where the deep runs vicious Heave-ho, answer the drum No retreat till the reckoning comes Raise the black, let the whole deck thunder Break the gate and drag the tyrant under Call my nameโIโll answer yours We are the storm at the enemyโs doors [Outro] The harbor burns, the morning crawls Our flag still climbs above the walls Salt on the rope, iron in hand No map survives where we make our stand
