Dead men talk.

Yeah…

Black flags in the fog…

Dead men don’t tell tales—

But tonight?

They rap.

Compass spinning, can’t tell wrong from right,

Jack Sparrow grinning in the dead of night,

Rum-stained coat, got chaos in his brain,

Laughing at the gallows, dancing in the rain.

Kraken scars on the side of the ship,

Davy Jones lurking with a cold iron grip,

Heart locked away in a chest of bone,

Ocean sings every time he moans.

Cannon smoke paint the sky pitch black,

World’s End calling—ain’t no turning back,

Fate on the wind, hear the crew chant low,

Dead men walking where the cold tides go.

Steel creaks, lightning splits the sea,

Every soul here fighting just to be free,

From the chains, from the curse, from the deep blue throne—

At World’s End, you stand alone.

⚓ Black sails, dark tales, thunder in the air

⚓ Ship to ship, blades flash, nobody plays fair

⚓ Davy Jones rising, hear the ocean moan

⚓ At World’s End—dead men talk in stone

Will Turner blade sharp, heart split in two,

Bound to the sea but his love stays true,

Elizabeth Swann with the fire in her stare,

Queen of the pirates, crown made of dare.

Barbossa scheming with a smile half-dead,

Gold in his thoughts, revenge in his head,

Blackbeard’s shadow with the sword in his hand,

Control the tide, command the damned.

Storms crash harder when legends collide,

Every man choosing which god he’ll defy,

Freedom ain’t clean, it’s paid in the dark,

Every myth starts with a desperate spark.

Ropes snap, drums pound, hear the crew roar,

This ain’t just war—this is folklore,

From Tortuga bars to the edge unknown,

Write your name where the waves have grown.

⚓ Black sails, dark tales, thunder in the air

⚓ Ship to ship, fate flips, nobody plays fair

⚓ Hearts chained deep where the cold seas groan

⚓ At World’s End—dead men talk in stone

Who lives forever?

Who pays the toll?

The sea don’t care—

It just takes souls.

Jack laughs last when the world breaks down,

Crown don’t fit, so he throws it down,

Hero, villain—lines get thin,

Every legend born from sin and wind.

Compass points where the brave men go,

Not north, not south—just what you owe,

When the seas part wide and the drums hit bone,

That’s World’s End—claim your throne.

⚓ Black sails, dark tales, storms at full tone

⚓ Every curse paid when the cannons blow

⚓ Legends drown but the names live on

⚓ At World’s End—dead men talk…

⚓ …dead men talk… 🌊🔥