

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boots on the planks Salt in the cuts of our hands Black flags snapping Ash drifting over the sand Deck rails shaking Gun crews biting on leather and prayer Cannon mouths grinning Iron and powder in the air [Chorus] Smoke on the horizon, smoke in our lungs (hey!) Thunder in the barrels, death in our tongues Splintering wood, hear the hullbones cry We roar, we fire, we bleed, we die Smoke on the horizon, red in our eyes Brothers in the broadside, bound to the skies [Verse 2] Fuse lines hissing Heartbeats counting the flame Captain’s voice breaking Calling each target by name Shutters blown open Shards in the arms of the young Mast torn sideways Teeth full of sawdust and blood on the tongue [Chorus] Smoke on the horizon, smoke in our lungs (oh!) Thunder in the barrels, death in our tongues Splintering wood, hear the hullbones cry We roar, we fire, we bleed, we die Smoke on the horizon, red in our eyes Brothers in the broadside, bound to the skies [Bridge] Raise up the fallen, drag them to light (hey!) Load for the living, curse at the night If this is the ending, let it be loud Let the last cannon carve out our shroud [Chorus] Smoke on the horizon, smoke in our lungs Thunder in the barrels, death in our tongues (death on our tongues) Splintering wood, hear the hullbones cry We roar, we fire, we bleed, we die Smoke on the horizon, red in our eyes (hey!) Brothers in the broadside, bound to the skies
Tags
Massive war shanty energy with shouted male group vocals and a gravelly lead; low strings churn under booming war drums and metallic hits. Verses stay close and tense like a marching column; chorus explodes wide with octave-doubled choirs and stabbing brass. Occasional battlefield ambience swells between lines, cymbal rolls and taiko-style accents underline key words, ending in a brutal, clipped stop on the last shout., shanty, orchestral
3:36
No
4/19/2026