Sun scraped skin drags across the deck
A lifeless husk drawn from the depths
Taken from a swell alone
No map or star to make your way home
Salt water karma washes your soul out
Cannon fire rouses you like a violent shout
We few dispassionate souls
Wood and iron
Blood and water
Song of siren
Courses alter
Feasting crow
Left alive
Down below
Sun scraped skin drags across the deck
A lifeless husk drawn from the depths
Taken from a swell alone
No map or star to make your way home
Salt water karma washes your soul out
Cannon fire rouses you like a violent shout
We few dispassionate souls
Wood and iron
Blood and water
Song of siren
Courses alter

