[Verse 1] Salt on my tongue Rope burns my hands Charts on the table Ink bleeding into the plans
Lanterns swing low Men mutter prayers Storm in the barrel Fire in the captain’s chair
[Pre-Chorus] Waves climb higher Masts scream Splinters fly But we We don’t bow We rise
[Chorus] Stormbound on the black horizon Break the swell We carve our name All in On this shattered ocean Thunder rolls But we stay the same Raise that ragged flag up higher Let it tear and let it flame Stormbound on the black horizon We were born to ride this rage
[Verse 2] Teeth made of gold Scars like a map Every old story Folded in the leather strap
Cannon doors slam Cold iron sings Fear tastes like iron Glory tastes like anything
[Pre-Chorus] Clouds fall lower Sky cracks open wide Still we Laugh into the tide
[Chorus] Stormbound on the black horizon Break the swell We carve our name All in On this shattered ocean Thunder rolls But we stay the same Raise that ragged flag up higher Let it tear and let it flame Stormbound on the black horizon We were born to ride this rage
[Bridge] If we sink We sink like kings (hey!) If we live We live like thieves Every crest A vow we scream This wild water Carries our creed
[Chorus] Stormbound on the black horizon Break the swell We carve our name All in On this shattered ocean Thunder rolls But we stay the same Raise that ragged flag up higher Let it tear and let it flame Stormbound on the black horizon We were born to ride this rage
Estilo de música
Epic Dutch hardstyle at 150 BPM with towering orchestral strings and brass swells; bell tolls and creaking hull FX open into a rising cinematic build. Verse rides a chugging bassline under male vocals, then a tense pre-chorus with choirs and tom rolls. Chorus erupts with saw leads, punchy kicks, and gang shouts, then drops back to string-driven breakdowns for contrast. Big, heroic, seafaring energy throughout., hardstyle, orchestral, dramatic