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Black Flag
5,413
Rock
Black Flag was released on June 16, 2017 by Century Media as a part of the album Incorruptible
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Release DateJune 16, 2017
LabelCentury Media
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM157

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iced Earth
Iced Earth
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Schaffer
Jon Schaffer
Composer
Luke Appleton
Luke Appleton
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A storm is raging on the open sea
We are the outcasts, no friends of sophistry
Betrayed, banishment
Embracing chaos, the only creed
Scourge of nations
The empire's enemies
Betrayed, banishment
[Verse 2]
With the stroke of a pen, a treaty is signed
Now deemed as outlaws
Once employed by the crown, with letters of marque
Giving us sanctioned plunder
[Verse 3]
No longer the fools, or pawns in their game
Of economic warfare
Do they really believe they control us
Our greatest strength is independence
[Verse 4]
We live out our days
With barrels of rum, black powder
And the clash of the blades
[Verse 5]
You will fire the guns upon my command
Unleash full broadside
Destroying the mast, the rigging, the sails
The shrapnel devastating
[Verse 6]
Boarding the sloop, flintlock in hand
One shot, grenades are flying
Running them through with my cutlass
The blood and the steel, the slashing and screaming
[Verse 7]
We live out our days
With barrels of rum, black powder
And the clash of the blades
Stories foretold, of silver and gold
And the empire's greed
[Verse 8]
Well, goddamn the queens
We'll string up the kings
We're rouges of the sea
The freest of men, fly no colors at all
And our creed is our own
We spit on our hands, hoist the black flag
And begin slitting throats
[Verse 9]
We live out our days
With barrels of rum, black powder
And the clash of the blades
Stories foretold, of silver and gold
And the empire's greed
[Verse 10]
Well, goddamn the queens
We'll string up the kings
We're rouges of the sea
The freest of men, fly no colors at all
And our creed is our own
[Verse 11]
We spit on our hands, hoist the black flag
And begin to slit throats
Stories foretold, of silver and gold
And the empire's greed
[Verse 12]
Well, goddamn the queens
We'll string up the kings
We're rouges of the sea
The freest of men, fly no colors at all
And our creed is our own
[Verse 13]
We spits on our hands, hoist the black flag
And begin slitting throats
Written by: Jon Schaffer, Luke Appleton
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