"Black Flag Rising" lyrics
Up on the horizon
Through desolate islands
A black flag is rising
Fresh blood in the sand, twin guns in his hands
Hidden blades up his sleeve, cheap rum on his breath
Said he's done with his past, but the captain keeps on looking back
At the top of the mast, no other flag like the one that is black
What becomes of a man who runs with the deadliest scum of the land?
In his way, there is nothing to stand
Once he is done, you'll be dust in the wind
Still, he's a plundering lover of violence
Born into poverty, bred into silence
In his veins, runs blood that is blessed
Upon the black flag is the Brotherhood's crest
Leap from the sky, attack with my blades
Land in your neck like they're Dracula fangs
Battle the tide, humbling waves
Fighting through lightning, and thunder, and rain
Ready your muskets, sharpen your knives
Gather the rum to protect with your lives
Send up the flag show them our mark
Fire the cannons and light up the dark
The black flag is rising
Seeking retribution
He walks among pirates
His virtue is silence
His craft is illusion
He's just an illusion
Climbing masts like an acrobat
Leavin' a massive bloodbath of aftermath
The captain of assassins, back to back
With Black Beard, that's clearly his habitat
He cracks treasure maps, that's a fact
And if you have to ask, don't even ask for half (No)
You act surprised your back is stabbed
Never forget that the Jackdaw's flag is black, bitch
Hail the denier of empires, keeper of secrets unknown
All that he touches will set fire, now your gonna reap what you sow
Here comes another Kenway
Show respect, his next move is checkmate
Take a second to get your head straight
Let your guard down, he'll make your neck break
Drink rum, make kills, and get laid
He'll take your wife home and break your bedframe
Dead bodies across the deck lay
Toss 'em overboard, lose the dead weight
The black flag is rising
Seeking retribution
He walks among pirates
His virtue is silence
His craft is illusion
Under the burning sun, you feel the winters breath
You hear a whisper of fate, you're breaking into a sweat
You look around for the source, it's just a voice in your head
I am the reaper of debts, come to collect
The black flag is rising
Seeking retribution
He walks among pirates
His virtue is silence
His craft is illusion
Through desolate islands
A black flag is rising
Fresh blood in the sand, twin guns in his hands
Hidden blades up his sleeve, cheap rum on his breath
Said he's done with his past, but the captain keeps on looking back
At the top of the mast, no other flag like the one that is black
What becomes of a man who runs with the deadliest scum of the land?
In his way, there is nothing to stand
Once he is done, you'll be dust in the wind
Still, he's a plundering lover of violence
Born into poverty, bred into silence
In his veins, runs blood that is blessed
Upon the black flag is the Brotherhood's crest
Leap from the sky, attack with my blades
Land in your neck like they're Dracula fangs
Battle the tide, humbling waves
Fighting through lightning, and thunder, and rain
Ready your muskets, sharpen your knives
Gather the rum to protect with your lives
Send up the flag show them our mark
Fire the cannons and light up the dark
The black flag is rising
Seeking retribution
He walks among pirates
His virtue is silence
His craft is illusion
He's just an illusion
Climbing masts like an acrobat
Leavin' a massive bloodbath of aftermath
The captain of assassins, back to back
With Black Beard, that's clearly his habitat
He cracks treasure maps, that's a fact
And if you have to ask, don't even ask for half (No)
You act surprised your back is stabbed
Never forget that the Jackdaw's flag is black, bitch
Hail the denier of empires, keeper of secrets unknown
All that he touches will set fire, now your gonna reap what you sow
Here comes another Kenway
Show respect, his next move is checkmate
Take a second to get your head straight
Let your guard down, he'll make your neck break
Drink rum, make kills, and get laid
He'll take your wife home and break your bedframe
Dead bodies across the deck lay
Toss 'em overboard, lose the dead weight
The black flag is rising
Seeking retribution
He walks among pirates
His virtue is silence
His craft is illusion
Under the burning sun, you feel the winters breath
You hear a whisper of fate, you're breaking into a sweat
You look around for the source, it's just a voice in your head
I am the reaper of debts, come to collect
The black flag is rising
Seeking retribution
He walks among pirates
His virtue is silence
His craft is illusion
Writer(s): John Gelardi, Timothy Ames
