Black Flag Rising Resynced – JT Music Lyrics
Upon the horizon
In the dwindling light
A black flag is risin'
To wither the night
Crimson are the sands
Twin guns in his hands
Hidden blades up his sleeve
Cheap rum on his breath
He runs from the past
But the captain keeps on looking back
The scars are his last
Long as his flag is the one that is black
What becomes of a man
Raised by the tide without love for the land
No scum of the earth ever halted his plans
There'll be dust when he's done with them, none will there stand
For his agenda, a lover of violence
Born into nothing and bred in the silence
A blood that is blessed
A grave on his heart, he's the Brotherhood's crest
Sent from the sky, a tempest of blades
Straight for your neck like they're Dracula fangs
Storms in his eyes, thunderous rage
Thrust on the high seas, humblin' the waves
Ready your muskets, sharpen your knives
Gather the rum to protect with your lives
Cannons ignited, all eyes on the mark
As our true colors shine, let us light up the dark
The black flag is rising
His path, retribution
He walks among pirates, his virtue is silence
His craft is illusion (Just an illusion)
Watch his status climb, like an acrobat
The captain's rise and heights in his habitat
See our sky, he'll fly, with the wind at his back
The Jack to catch his strap like a cast to catch
With the stack of maps, we're not strapped for cash
And if you have to ask, don't even ask for half
Upon the dawn, you'll see our shadow cast
Like a black spot will stop your heart to pass
We're the deniers of empires
Keepers of secrets unknown
Whatever we set will catch fire
Ready to reap what you sowed
There's always more on Kenway
We'll learn his next step, he's always checkmate
And then we will teach you how to cheat it
And after bleeding for the Creed you'll get paid
I'll attack with rum and gun drained
He'll take your wife home, and break your bed frame
His throne's open, on the deck flame
With my corner overboard with deck frame
The black flag is rising
His path, retribution
He walks among pirates, his virtue is silence
His craft is illusion
Under the burning sun, I can feel winter's breath
Was it a whisper of fate or just a voice in your head?
You wake when you're ashore, carved by oceans of red
You're in this locker, your debts are put to rest
The black flag is rising
His path, retribution
He walks among pirates, his virtue is silence
His craft is illusion (Just an illusion)
