𝓦𝓘𝓝𝓓𝓡𝓞𝓢𝓔

Raise up your tankard, lads, curse the black squall

With every storm passed, another man's fall

Maps in the lamp glow, secrets to find

Red X and ragged edge trouble behind

Brass in the compass, skull at the helm

Stern winds are howling, crossing the realm

Gold in the bilge, silver in chains

Jewels gleam scarlet where memory remains

Chorus

Sail, sail, black banners fly

Blood and rum as the night rides high

Steel rings out with the morning swell

To Tortuga we ride, through firing hell

Post-Chorus

Rum, rum, barrels and black sails

Rum, rum, thunder as daylight pales

Dust on the figurehead, stained from the fight

Anchors away, shadows slip from the light

Coiled up the rigging, rope-burned and scarred

With bone in our pockets, our spirits unbarred

Dead Man’s Chest roars out a song of despair

Blunderbuss roaring as curses fill the air

Coins in the moonlight, cold rust and steel

Sworn to the treasure that curses conceal

Chorus

Sail, sail, black banners fly

Blood and rum as the night rides high

Steel rings out with the morning swell

To Tortuga we ride, through firing hell

Post-Chorus

Rum, rum, barrels and black sails

Rum, rum, thunder as daylight pales

Ghosts of old captains lean close in the mist

Barnacles biting through promise and tryst

Flint sparks in barrels, powder runs thin

Luck always fades when the storms close in

Parley forgotten, sharp is the blade

Gallons of fury for debts never paid

Bells on the harbor swing wild in the gale

Eyes on the shore while the cannonballs hail

Chorus

Sail, sail, black banners fly

Blood and rum as the night rides high

Steel rings out with the morning swell

To Tortuga we ride, through firing hell

Post-Chorus

Rum, rum, barrels and black sails

Rum, rum, thunder as daylight pales

Salt in the gunwales, grit in our teeth

Shadows go swirling around the reef

Brine in our boots, ring in our ears

The promise of fortune, the sum of our fears

The lanterns are swinging, dusk draws in tight

Fists around cutlass, hearts hungry for fight

Tide dragging secrets where sunken lies sleep

The wind sings of curses the ocean will keep

Chorus

Sail, sail, black banners fly

Blood and rum as the night rides high

Steel rings out with the morning swell

To Tortuga we ride, through firing hell

Post-Chorus

Rum, rum, barrels and black sails

Rum, rum, thunder as daylight pales