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Lyrics
[Intro – slow reggae bass, dirty blues guitar]
[Captain – gravelly]
Three days south we sailed,
With that coin aboard.
Wouldn’t sink.
Wouldn’t burn.
Wouldn’t leave us anymore.
Then an old drunk told me
Of a shack beside the bay.
Said if anyone knew that mark…
The witch would know the way.
[Crew – low]
Blackwater…
Blackwater…
[Captain]
Keep your steel close, boys.
[Slow heavy riff]
[Verse 1]
Her shack leaned toward the water,
Built from bone and rotten pine.
Dead fish hung above the door,
Black candles burned inside.
She watched us cross the threshold.
Never asked us why.
Then I laid the coin before her…
And fear filled up her eyes.
She backed against the wall.
Wouldn’t touch the thing.
[Crew – low]
She knows…
She knows…
[Captain]
What is it?
She said nothing.
What.
Is.
It?
[Reggae dubstep pulse]
[Chorus – slow gang chant]
BLACKWATER BAY!
SPEAK ITS NAME!
TELL US WHO
PUT DOWN THIS CLAIM!
CURSED GOLD!
CURSED SEA!
WHAT THE HELL
HAS FOLLOWED ME?!
BLACKWATER BAY!
DON’T YOU LIE!
WE’VE SEEN DEAD MEN
REFUSE TO DIE!
[Heavy bass drop]
[Verse 2]
She poured black rum in a bowl,
Dropped three bones inside.
Every one split down the middle.
Then the old witch fucking cried.
She said—
“That coin belonged to something
Before men sailed these waves.
The Armada didn’t own it.
They were keeping it contained.”
[Crew – whispered]
Contained…
[Captain]
That shut us up.
She drew our flag in ashes,
Then carved a circle through.
Said—
“You stole more than silver.
Now it belongs to you.”
[Captain]
What belongs to us?
[Silence]
She looked toward the ocean.
“The Collector.”
[Slow reggae bass swell]
[Crew]
THE COLLECTOR…
[Breakdown – crushing slow riff]
[Captain]
Who the hell is the Collector?
She grabbed my coat and whispered—
“He comes when debts are due.
He’ll take the gold.
He’ll take your ship.
Then every man of you.”
[Crew – low chant]
Debt comes due…
Debt comes due…
[Captain]
I pulled away and laughed.
We’ve killed dead men before.
Then every candle died.
Three blows shook the door.
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
[Silence]
[Crew – whispered]
Captain…
[Captain]
Nobody open that fucking door.
[Final Chorus – slow, heavy]
BLACKWATER BAY!
CURSE OUR NAME!
WE STOLE GOLD
FROM SOMETHING’S CLAIM!
NO KING!
NO CHAINS!
NO DEAD THING
WILL OWN OUR NAMES!
LET HIM COME!
LET HIM TRY!
BLACK FLAG’S STILL
GONNA FUCKING FLY!
[Captain]
The witch said run.
So naturally…
We went looking for him.
[Outro – slow reggae dubstep fading]
[Crew – distant]
Debt comes due…
Debt comes due…
[Captain – low]
Then we’ll pay it in lead.
Details
GeneratedAug 23, 2026
Duration6:19
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
