
Corsair
pirate metal, folk metal, extreme metal, dark metal, aggressive, bloodthirsty, feral, brutal, maritimedistorted guitars, downtuned riffs, crushing bass, pounding drums, double-kick drums, gang shouts, folk percussion, low dronessea shanty influence, nautical, raiding, battle at sea, salt and blood, lawless, violent, mythic brutality, female vocals

Corsair
pirate metal, folk metal, extreme metal, dark metal, aggressive, bloodthirsty, feral, brutal, maritimedistorted guitars, downtuned riffs, crushing bass, pounding drums, double-kick drums, gang shouts, folk percussion, low dronessea shanty influence, nautical, raiding, battle at sea, salt and blood, lawless, violent, mythic brutality, female vocals
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
She bit the coin and slit the throat
Before the bargain cooled
Salt in her mouth, blood on her hands
Raised on broken rules
She learned her prayers from screaming decks
Her mercy drowned at birth
The sea didn’t make her vicious
It just showed her what she’s worth
(Pre-Chorus)
They rang the bells in every port
Too late, too slow, too weak
The wind already knew her name
And the tide was at her teeth
(Chorus)
Call her corsair
Red in her wake
She doesn’t raid for silver
She takes what she can take
Call her corsair
Knife and roar
She feeds the sea with bodies
And comes back for more
(Verse 2)
She burned the flags of better men
And stitched them into sails
Used their bones to fix the rails
And drank to broken nails
The deck ran slick with scripture
When the chaplain tried to pray
She laughed and kicked him overboard
Let the waves decide his fate
(Pre-Chorus)
No king can buy her loyalty
No god can make her kneel
She signs her name in cannon smoke
And seals it in raw steel
(Chorus)
Call her corsair
Storm-fed and cruel
She sharpens truth on cutlasses
And lies on you fools
Call her corsair
Fangs bared wide
She leaves your prayers floating
Face-down in the tide
(Bridge) (half-time, brutal)
If she sinks, she drags you with her
If she lives, she hunts again
Every scar is just a promise
Every mercy dies at ten
She doesn’t dream of heaven
She doesn’t fear the pit
The only hell she’s ever known
Is running out of ships
(Break) (low, whispered snarl)
No songs for the gentle
No graves for the kind
The sea keeps what she slaughters
And forgets what she finds
(Final Chorus) (bigger, savage)
Call her corsair
Salt-drunk and mad
She baptizes oceans
In the blood she’s had
Call her corsair
Last breath torn
She doesn’t steal her legend
She makes it torn
(Outro)
When the masts are snapped like matchsticks
And the moon is split with smoke
She’ll still be laughing in the dark
With a knife between her teeth
