[Intro – distant layered whispers]
(BRINE)
The tide remembers…
(SPLINTER)
The sea keeps score…
(MIRE)
And we are still hungry…
[Verse 1]
Beneath the hulls where the dead tides crawl
Three sisters rose to the ocean’s call
Born of bile and sailor’s rot
A curse the drowning waters brought
Brine spits venom through broken teeth
Splinter shrieks from the dark beneath
Mire hums low through swamp-black breath
A lullaby for sinking death
[Pre-Chorus – layered female chant]
Fight… fight… let the waves rise slow…
Spite… spite… let the black tides grow…
[Chorus – slow gang chant]
Hey… ho… the tide runs black…
No lost sailor ever comes back
Three foul sisters curse the sea
Drag your soul to the depths with me
Hey… ho… hear the rigging groan…
Every wave breaks flesh from bone
Slowly drowning, breath by breath
The Sorewake song is one of death
[Verse 2]
Pirate kings with silver tongues
Hungered for the spells they sung
Paid in blood and salted wine
Still the sisters crossed the line
Imperial hunters dressed in red
Now drift bloated with the dead
Cannons rusted, lanterns dim
Fog rolled in—and swallowed them
[Pre-Chorus – layered female chant]
Fight… fight… let the storm wind cry…
Spite… spite… let the weak men die…
[Chorus – heavier drums]
Hey… ho… the tide runs black…
No lost sailor ever comes back
Three foul sisters curse the sea
Drag your soul to the depths with me
Hey… ho… hear the rigging groan…
Every wave breaks flesh from bone
Slowly drowning, breath by breath
The Sorewake song is one of death
[Bridge – alternating voices]
(BRINE)
You smell fear in the salt tonight…
(SPLINTER)
Like fresh corpses left to bloat…
(MIRE)
The sea is starving once again…
(ALL – layered chant)
And we will feed its throat.
Heavy waves and swollen skies
Rotten moons and drowned men’s eyes
Every insult, every scream
Feeds the black beneath the sea
[Breakdown – slow and crushing]
Sink…
Slow…
Deep below…
Sink…
Slow…
No one goes home…
[Verse 3]
Velvet docks in crimson haze
Sailors whisper through the maze
“Touch one sister if ye dare…”
Wake with seawater in your lungs and hair
Now they drift through rotting foam
Making shipwrecks out of homes
Three cracked voices, cold and vast
Waiting for the storm to pass
[Final Chorus – layered female chants + heavy drums]
Hey… ho… the tide runs black…
No lost sailor ever comes back
Three foul sisters curse the sea
Drag your soul to the depths with me
Hey… ho… hear the rigging groan…
Every wave breaks flesh from bone
Slowly drowning, breath by breath
The Sorewake song is one of death
Mr_Mundy