[INTRO – spoken, gritty, over creaking wood]
A man can own gold, kingdoms, or a thousand slaves…
but only the sea decides who’s free.
And she charges the highest price.
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[VERSE I]
We left our homes for the promise of waves,
for a life without masters, without gods, without graves.
The wind is our keeper, the storm is our guide,
and freedom’s a beast
that no empire can hide.
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[PRE-CHORUS]
They call us sinners, but they kneel to their chains,
we drink to the thunder, we feast in the rains.
Their laws couldn’t hold us, their crowns couldn’t buy—
the fire that burns in a pirate’s wild eye.
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[CHORUS]
Raise your voices to the night,
we’re the wolves of the tide,
no king owns our breath,
no nation our stride.
We bled for this freedom,
we kill for its name,
and the sea takes her tithe
in blood, salt, and flame.
For the price of true freedom
is never the same.
---
[VERSE II]
A ship full of misfits, of runaways, thieves,
yet nobler than all who bow down on their knees.
We carve our own destiny, blade after scar,
and follow the call
of a stubborn North Star.
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[PRE-CHORUS]
They fear what we carry:
a soul without leash.
We’ll die on our feet
ere we crawl on a leash.
The tyrants can chase us, the ocean won’t tell—
she hides all her children too wild for their hell.
---
[CHORUS]
Raise your voices to the night,
we’re the wolves of the tide,
no king owns our breath,
no nation our stride.
We bled for this freedom,
we kill for its name,
and the sea takes her tithe
in blood, salt, and flame.
For the price of true freedom
is never the same.
---
[BRIDGE – slow, heavy, like a storm building]
Freedom is cruel,
she’ll tear you apart—
but better a shattered body
than a broken heart.
For chains made of velvet
still drag you below…
but a pirate dies laughing
where free waters flow.
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[FINAL CHORUS – full crew shouting, drums like cannons]
Sing it loud, sing it proud,
till the heavens ignite,
we’re the outlaws of fate,
we’re the storm’s true right.
Let the kingdoms collapse,
let the dead speak our fame,
for the sea marks her chosen
in salt, blood, and flame.
Yes, the price of true freedom
is carving your name—
in the bones of the world
with a cutlass of flame.
---
[OUTRO – spoken, dark smile]
If heaven wants saints…
they’ll find none here.
Only free men.
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