The Sea Remembers

The sky turned black, the cold wind screamed,
Our shelter cracked, or so it seemed.
The waves grew tall, the stars withdrew,
We braced the night, our fear broke through.

The thunder rolled, a voice of doom,
Its echo clawed through every room.
The lantern swung, the deck was torn,
We fought the surge till ghostly morn.

The sea remembers every name,
It calls them back through wind and flame.
Beneath the waves, the cold winds cry,
The lost still drift where echoes die.

The sea became a living snare,
Each breath a prayer to poisoned air.
The crew was numb, the ropes were tight,
“We rode the storm with failing light.” –

The hull was groaned by unseen hands,
Our fate obeyed the storm’s demands.
No sign of shore, no spark, no flame,
Just roaring depths without a name.

The sea remembers every name,
It calls them back through wind and flame.
Beneath the waves, the cold winds cry,
The lost still drift where echoes die.

The silence fell, the waves withdrew,
The wreck revealed what fear can do.
We stood on edge, the sky was weak,
Still tasted salt on hollow cheek.

The storm will come for us again,
The sea won’t ask the hearts of men.
We’ll raise the mast, though hope is thin,
And face the dark we dwell within.

The sea remembers every name,
It calls them back through wind and flame.
Beneath the waves, the cold winds cry,
The lost still drift where echoes die.
The sea remembers every name,
It calls them back through wind and flame.
Beneath the waves, the cold winds cry,
The lost still drift where echoes die.
The lost still drift where echoes die.

rootsy, folk‑rock/Americana feel). 
Like The Band "Cripple Creek 
Upbeat tempo
Male singers