[Intro – Low chant, ominous]
Black sky… no stars… no flame…
Black sky… don’t speak their name…
[Verse 1]
We came on winds that carried none
No moon to mark, no rising sun
Just distant fire along the shore
And guns that thundered evermore
The coastline burned in broken lines
A kingdom fighting for its time
No signal clear, no guiding light—
Just war alive within the night
[Pre-Chorus]
No horizon, no command—
Only shadows over land…
[Chorus – Driving shanty]
Heave away—into the fire!
Engines scream and cables wire
Black skies over Albion—
Stand fast—steady ranks—hold on!
Heave away—no turning back!
Steel your hearts against the black
Through the dark, through ash and flame—
We will not forget our name!
[Verse 2]
No wings to beat, no cry to warn
No shape against the storm was torn
But something moved against the wind—
Like night itself was closing in
A whisper passed above the mast
Like canvas pulling tight and fast
Not falling wild—not cast aside—
But choosing where the dark would glide
[Pre-Chorus]
“Look above!”—too late, too near—
“They’re not falling… they can steer!”
[Chorus – Harder, faster]
Heave away—into the fire!
Cut the lines and pull them higher!
Black skies over Albion—
Stand fast—steady ranks—hold on!
Heave away—drive them back!
Something rides the open black!
Through the dark, through ash and flame—
We fight what does not play our game
[Bridge]
They came down hard—no scream, no cry—
Just sudden weight from out the sky
Claws on wood and iron rail
Shapes that should not ride the gale
They hit the deck—they did not break—
They rose as if the fall’s a wake
Of something built to strike and cling—
Not beast… not bird… not anything
[Break]
[Everything drops—tight, focused]
A whisper cuts through smoke and flame—
Amanda:
“Hold steady… I’ve got its aim.”
One shape drifts against the fire
Membrane stretched like torn-up wire
Not falling fast—not wild, not blind—
It bends the dark… it chooses line
Crack.
It folds mid-air—its glide undone—
A broken arc against the gun
It slams the deck with splintered sound
Claws still scraping as it’s down
No wings that beat—just skin stretched wide
Like something meant to fall and glide
Too many joints, too long a frame
A hunter built without a name
Its jaw unhinges—far too wide—
A breath that rasps but never cries
It lives—still moving where it fell—
Not dead… not gone… not done as well
[Crew (shouting):]
“What in God’s name—?!”
Andrew (cold):
“Doesn’t matter—kill it again.”⁶
[Bridge – Dual Voice]
[Bluecoats:]
We hold! We hold! Cut it down!
[British]
Stand fast—steady ranks—hold
[Together]
Hold—stand fast—hold—stand fast—
Now we know what hunts at last—
[Return to Final Chorus – Stronger]
Heave away—into the fire!
Now we see what climbs us higher!
Black skies over Albion—
We stand fast—we carry on!
Heave away—mark them true!
They can fall—and so can you!
Through the dark, through ash and flame—
Now we fight what has a name!
ElCeviche
