Текст песни
Hoist the colors, let 'em fly
Let the cannons rip the sky
Raise your cutlass, lift a glass
Fight the current 'til we die
Fortune's flame will never dim
Treasure stokes the fire within
Bring on hell or waters, high
We will sail against the tide
Ra da da da ra da da
Ra da da da daa
Bring on hell or waters, high
We will sail against the tide
There's a chill on the water
As the trail's getting hotter
There's no taming the fire
It's the burn that we crave
The storms keep a-comin
Let it rain, don't mean nothin'
Through the peril, we're drummin'
As we shout the refrain
Hoist the colors, let 'em fly
Let the cannons rip the sky
Raise your cutlass, lift a glass
Fight the current 'til we die
Fortune's flame will never dim
Treasure stokes the fire within
Bring on hell or waters, high
We will sail against the tide
Ra da da da ra da da
Ra da da da daa
Bring on hell or waters, high
We will sail against the tide
Hail, the kings of the ocean
The sons of the broken
Every crew cries devotion
When the wind screams our name
Bow down on the water
Save your skin, make an offer
Pay your due to the coffer
As we cut through the seas like a hurricane
Hoist the colors, let 'em fly
Let the cannons rip the sky
Raise your cutlass, lift a glass
Fight the current 'til we die
Fortune's flame will never dim
Treasure stokes the fire within
Bring on hell or waters, high
We will sail against the tide
Ra da da da ra da da
Ra da da da daa
Bring on hell or waters, high
We will sail against the tide
Whoa (There's no taming the fire)
Whoa (It's the burn that we crave)