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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Storm on the black wave
Salt on my face
Rope in my fist
I take my own place
No chain on my wrist
No bow to the crown
We came up from ash
And we won't kneel down
Drums a-pounding
Feet on the deck
Old fears in the sea
And I never looked back
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that rumble?
That's my name
Burn in the hold
Turn to flame
Take the fear
Throw it overboard
We were born for the tide
And the open door
[Chorus]
Freedom in my lungs
Freedom in my hands
Freedom, freedom
We take back the land
Freedom in the dark
Freedom in the storm
Freedom, freedom
And the fire stays warm
(Freedom)
(Freedom)
[Verse 2]
Lanterns split red
On the edge of the rain
We sang through the teeth
Of the salt and the pain
Thunder rolled low
Like a god in the deep
But I held that line
I refused to sleep
Ash on the rail
Smoke on my coat
Still I kept time
With a rough-cut note
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that rumble?
That's my name
Burn in the hold
Turn to flame
Take the fear
Throw it overboard
We were born for the tide
And the open door
[Chorus]
Freedom in my lungs
Freedom in my hands
Freedom, freedom
We take back the land
Freedom in the dark
Freedom in the storm
Freedom, freedom
And the fire stays warm
(Freedom)
(Freedom)
[Bridge]
If the sea wants my bones
Let it come and try
I was made from the smoke
And the widow's cry
Now the sky breaks open
And the whole crew sings
We are not owned
By kings or things
[Final Chorus]
Freedom in my lungs
Freedom in my hands
Freedom, freedom
We take back the land
Freedom in the dark
Freedom in the storm
Freedom, freedom
And the fire stays warm
Freedom in my lungs
Freedom in my chest
Freedom, freedom
We ain't done yet
(Freedom)
(Freedom)
Details
GeneratedJul 22, 2026
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
Sea shanty rap with male vocals, stomping work-song rhythm, swung drum pounds and chanty call-and-response; verse rides bare handclaps, boot-stomp percussion, and gritty low-end; pre-chorus tightens with rising crew shouts and rolling toms; chorus hits wide with gang vocals, sea-slick harmonies, and a snarling hook. Thunder crack transitions, fire crackle accents, and splashy reverb throws on key lines. Bright, hard-hitting, salty and cinematic., rap, shanty
Credits
Prompt byHeavyNova132
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Sea shanty, rap, male, thunder rumbling, fire burning, freedom, drums a pounding
