Black Flag Rising

Upon the horizon
Through desolate islands
A Black Flag is risin'
Fresh blood in the sand, twin guns in his hands
Hidden blade up his sleeve, cheap rum on his breath
Said he's done with the past
But the captain keeps on lookin' 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 the our mark
Fire the cannons and light up the dark
The Black Flag is risin'
Seeking retribution
He walks among pirates
His virtue is silence
His craft is illusion
He's just an illusion