[Intro – slow reggae bass, blues guitar]
[Captain – gravelly]
That second coin lay shining
Where the dead ship sank below.
Same black mark.
Same frozen silver.
Same damned sickly glow.
I laid our coin beside it.
[Crew – low]
Careful, Captain…
[Captain]
A little late for careful.
[Slow reggae pulse]
The moment they touched…
Both began to whisper.
[Deep bass swell]
[Verse 1]
Not one voice.
Hundreds.
Sailors crying through the silver,
Calling names from long ago.
Captains.
Thieves.
Forgotten crews.
All swallowed down below.
Then words appeared across the coins,
Cut deep into their face.
One held a stranger’s name.
The other…
Held my fucking name.
[Crew – whispered]
Captain…
[Captain]
Well.
That feels personal.
[Heavy slow riff]
[Chorus – gang chant]
EVERY COIN!
HAS A NAME!
EVERY SOUL!
BECOMES HIS CLAIM!
CURSED SILVER!
BLACKENED SEA!
THE COLLECTOR
KEEPS HIS FEE!
NO KING!
NO CHAINS!
NO DEAD THING
WILL OWN OUR NAMES!
[Heavy reggae bass drop]
[Verse 2]
I turned the silver over.
More names began to crawl.
Every bastard on my ship
Appeared across them all.
[Crew – low]
Every one of us…
[Captain]
Aye.
Then the whispers became laughter.
And the ocean turned black.
Our names burned into silver…
But one name scratched them back.
[Crew]
WHO?
[Captain]
The witch.
[Slow dubstep pulse]
Her name cut through the others,
Then vanished from the coin.
She hadn’t merely warned us.
She’d been part of this before.
[Crew – whispered]
She knew…
[Captain]
More than she fucking told us.
[Breakdown – slow crushing groove]
Then the coins rose from the deck.
Nobody touched them.
They hung before my face
And started turning slow.
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
One showed the Black Flag sinking.
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
One showed my crew in chains.
[Single deep reggae bass drop]
Then both showed the Collector…
Standing underneath our names.
[Crew – building]
NO KING!
NO CHAINS!
[Captain]
Damn right.
I grabbed both coins.
The visions disappeared.
Then somewhere through the darkness…
The Collector’s voice came clear.
“Your debt is due.”
[Silence]
[Captain]
Get in line.
[Heavy reggae dubstep drop]
[Final Chorus – slow and heavy]
EVERY COIN!
HAS A NAME!
BUT WE AIN’T JOINING
YOUR DAMNED CLAIM!
TAKE YOUR CURSE!
TAKE YOUR GOLD!
OUR FUCKING SOULS
AIN’T YOURS TO HOLD!
NO KING!
NO CHAINS!
CUT OUR NAMES
FROM YOUR DOMAIN!
COLLECTOR!
HEAR MY CREW!
WE’RE COMING STRAIGHT
TO COLLECT FROM YOU!
[Outro – slow reggae bass]
[Crew – low]
Where now, Captain?
[Captain]
Back to Blackwater Bay.
[Crew]
The witch?
[Captain]
Aye.
She owes us a story.
And I intend…
to collect.
[Deep bass drop]