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[Intro – mournful organ, slow blues guitar]
[Captain – gravelly drawl]
Land ahead, boys.
Let’s see if this kingdom
has more courage than the last.
[Low organ]
[Verse 1]
We sailed beneath the morning fog,
Saw towers through the gray.
Hungry men and empty barrels,
Thirty days away.
But when our black flag cleared the mist,
The harbor bells were rung.
Cannons rolled along the walls,
And every gate was swung.
No welcome fire.
No tavern light.
No woman waved us in.
Just soldiers staring from the shore
Like Hell itself sailed in.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Captain]
Signal the harbor.
[Crew]
THEY’RE CLOSING THE GATES!
[Captain]
Try the next kingdom.
[Crew]
THEY’LL DO THE FUCKING SAME!
[Organ swells]
[Chorus – gang shanty]
NO PORT FOR THE DAMNED!
NO HARBOR FOR OUR KIND!
EVERY CROWN HAS BARRED ITS DOORS
AND LEFT OUR NAME BEHIND!
NO PORT FOR THE DAMNED!
LET EVERY KINGDOM RUN!
IF THE WORLD WON’T TAKE THE BLACK FLAG—
THEN WE DON’T NEED A FUCKING ONE!
[Heavy organ and guitar riff]
[Verse 2]
Eastward sailed another week,
Another coastline came.
Before our lookout called the port,
They already knew our name.
Wanted posters filled the docks,
Our faces painted black.
“TURN YOUR SHIP AND LEAVE THESE WATERS.
YOU ARE NOT WELCOME BACK.”
The captain stared across the bay,
Then slowly raised his drink.
“Funny how they fear dead men
who simply refuse to sink.”
[Crew – low laughter]
[Pre-Chorus]
[Captain]
How many ports behind us?
[Crew]
SEVEN!
[Captain]
How many turned us away?
[Crew]
SEVEN!
[Captain]
Then where the hell do we belong?
[Silence]
[Crew – rising]
THE SEA!
[Chorus – roaring organ]
NO PORT FOR THE DAMNED!
NO KING WILL LET US LAND!
THEY FEAR THE BLOOD UPON OUR DECK
AND LEGENDS OF OUR BAND!
NO PORT FOR THE DAMNED!
THEN FUCK THEIR WALLS OF STONE!
THE SEA WAS THERE BEFORE THEIR CROWNS—
THE SEA WILL BE OUR HOME!
[Breakdown – slow crushing dubstep, organ]
[Captain – spoken]
Hear me, boys.
No kingdom wants us.
No harbor claims us.
The living fear us…
And the dead are hunting us.
So maybe there ain’t a place left
in this world for men like us.
[Organ growls]
Good.
[Massive bass drop]
[Crew – rhythmic]
NO!
[Drop]
KING!
[Organ]
NO!
[Drop]
PORT!
NO!
CHAINS!
ANYMORE!
[Bridge – slow sea-shanty]
Let the shoreline fade away,
Let their harbor lanterns die.
We need no land beneath our boots,
Just black sails in the sky.
If every kingdom shuts its gates,
Then let the bastards see—
[Crew – roaring]
WE NEVER NEEDED LAND!
WE ONLY NEED THE SEA!
[Final Chorus – full band]
NO PORT FOR THE DAMNED!
NO HOME UPON THE LAND!
LET EVERY KINGDOM FEAR THE DAY
THE BLACK FLAG COMES AGAIN!
NO PORT FOR THE DAMNED!
[Captain]
Turn her around, boys.
[Crew]
WHERE TO, CAPTAIN?
[Captain – gravelly]
Away from all of ’em.
[Outro – haunted organ]
There’s nothing left for us here.
Details
GeneratedAug 25, 2026
Duration5:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow pirate southern blues, mournful heavy organ, crushing riffs, gravelly captain, gang shanties, dark dubstep
Credits
Prompt by
Tankitall
TankitallModelAria v5.5
