[Chant Leader]
Heave and hold, the sky grows dark!
Who leads the fight when the odds are stark?
[Crew]
Mark on the bridge—Stormbreaker flies,
Twin to the name that none can defy!
Mark on the bridge—steady and keen,
Storm in his blood and fire in his mean!
[Verse – Chant Leader]
Five fresh ships on a killing wind,
Our hulls were cracked and our ranks worn thin,
Smoke in the air and the sky set red—
He stood at the rail and never once fled.
“Hold your breath and trust my line,
We don’t outgun—so we outshine.
Give me the angle, give me the turn—
And I’ll show you how empires burn.”
[Chorus – Crew, rhythmic stamping]
Stormbreaker sails where no hope goes,
Where Mark Strongcastle wills the course!
He charts the void, he bends the fight,
Turns their might into their own blight!
Ho—! He leads from the front, he walks the flame—
Mark of Strongcastle—remember the name!
[Verse – Chant Leader]
He smiled like a man at a tavern door,
Not like a captain facing war,
Clapped our backs, said, “Drink this in—
Tonight we fight. Tomorrow we win.”
And when they struck with fire and steel,
He gave the order—sharp and real—
“Break their formation—split their pride,
Draw them close, then cut their side.”
[Crew – Call and Response]
What do we do when the sky turns red?
Follow the Mark where the fearless tread!
What do we do when the engines scream?
Trust in the plan and the captain’s scheme!
[Chorus – stronger, overlapping voices]
Stormbreaker sails where no hope goes,
Five against four—still Mark knows!
He bends the sky, he steals the fight,
Turns their victory into their night!
Ho—! We follow the man, we follow the flame—
Mark Strongcastle—burn it into the name!
[Bridge – Chant slows, more intense]
They thought us broken, they thought us done,
Four scarred ships beneath their guns—
But he read the sky like a living map,
Turned their pride into a deadly trap.
Angles cut and timing tight,
We dove through flame and stole their height—
One by one their lines unraveled,
Five fresh ships—unmade, unmanned, unraveled.
[Final Chorus – triumphant, roaring]
Stormbreaker rises, Stormbreaker flies,
Under Mark where the sharp mind lies!
He found the path where none could see,
And turned the grave into victory!
Ho—! Raise the sails and sing his name!
Mark Strongcastle—master of the game!
He leads from the front, he walks the flame—
And we follow him into the storm again!
[Outro – quieter, admiring]
Off the deck, he laughs with the best,
Drinks with the crew, forgets the rest—
But when the sky calls, cold and wide…
We see the commander step inside.
ElCeviche
