JT Machinima - 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 them our mark,
Fire the cannons and light up the dark.

[Refren]
The Black Flag is risin',
Seeking retribution,
He walks among pirates,
His virtue is silence,
His craft is illusion.

Just an illusion, just an illusion,
He's just an illusion...
Climbing mast like an acrobat,
Leavin' a massive blood bath 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 you're 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 bed frame,
Dead bodies across the deck lay,
Toss'em overboard, lose the dead weight,

[Refren]
The Black Flag is risin',
Seeking retribution,
He walks among pirates,
His virtue is silence,
His craft is illusion.

Under the burning sun,
You feel the winter's 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 ther reaper of debts,
Come to collect!

[Refren]
The Black Flag is risin',
Seeking retribution,
He walks among pirates,
His virtue is silence,
His craft is illusion.