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[Intro – slow reggae bass, blues guitar]
[Captain – gravelly]
Sun came up blood-red,
No wind upon the bay.
That damned coin sat on my table
Where I swore it couldn’t stay.
Crew stood quiet behind me.
Nobody touched a thing.
I picked that bastard up…
And heard the harbor sing.
[Crew – low]
Throw it deep…
Let it drown…
[Captain]
Aye.
That’s the plan.
[Slow heavy riff, reggae groove]
[Verse 1]
We sailed beyond the harbor,
Far past the morning tide.
No gulls above our rigging,
No ships on either side.
I tied the coin to cannon shot,
Wrapped the chain up tight.
[Crew]
SEND IT DOWN!
[Captain]
With pleasure, boys.
I threw it overboard
And watched it leave my sight.
Down it went through blackened waves,
Deep beneath the foam.
For the first time since we landed…
The bastard wasn’t home.
[Reggae dubstep pulse]
[Chorus – slow gang chant]
THROW IT DOWN!
LET IT SINK!
SEND THAT CURSE BELOW THE DRINK!
DEEP IT GOES!
COLD AND BLACK!
THE SEA CAN HAVE—
AND KEEP IT BACK!
[Captain]
Good riddance.
[Heavy bass drop – slow]
[Verse 2]
Then the ship leaned starboard.
Once.
Then twice.
Something underneath us
Dragged its nails along the side.
The water started bubbling.
The sky turned sickly gray.
Then something struck the deck behind me.
TING.
[Crew – low]
Captain…
[Captain]
I know.
There beside my boot…
The coin.
Wet with seawater.
[Crew]
NO…
[Captain]
I picked it up and threw again.
Harder.
Farther.
Deep.
Ten breaths later from below
We heard the ocean speak.
[Crew – whispered]
Bring it home…
Bring it home…
[Dubstep wobble – slow reggae rhythm]
[Captain]
Oh, fuck you.
[Breakdown – crushing slow riff]
We loaded up a cannon,
Put the coin inside the bore.
Fired that cursed piece of silver
Half a mile from shore.
[Crew]
FIRE!
[Heavy bass drop]
[Captain]
Smoke cleared from the deck.
Nobody made a sound.
Then from inside my coat…
Came that familiar little sound.
Clink.
[Silence]
[Crew – whispered]
It came home…
[Captain]
Aye.
It fucking came home.
[Final Chorus – slow, heavy gang chant]
THE SEA WON’T TAKE IT!
DEEP WON’T HOLD!
CURSED BLACK MARK
UPON THAT GOLD!
THROW IT FAR!
THROW IT LOW!
EVERY DAMN TIME—
BACK IT GOES!
NO KING!
NO CHAINS!
BUT SOMETHING DEAD
NOW KNOWS OUR NAMES!
[Captain]
Keep the sails low, boys.
We find who cursed this thing…
Then make the bastard
take it back.
[Outro – dark reggae dubstep groove]
[Crew – distant]
Bring it home…
Bring it home…
[Captain – low]
Stop saying that.
Details
GeneratedAug 23, 2026
Duration5:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow southern metal blues, heavy reggae dubstep, gravelly captain, crew chants, deep bass groove, crushing riffs
Credits
Prompt by
Tankitall
TankitallModelAria v5.5
