Ghosts of the tide

Fog rolls heavy across the blackened waves

Wood groans under the weight of forgotten graves

Salt bites my lips, wind tears my skin

I sail alone where the cursed begin

The mast creaks like a voice in the night

Shadows twist in the lantern light

Every wave hides a tale of despair

Every gust whispers someone’s prayer

Chains rattle below, the hold of the damned

Old maps crumble in my trembling hand

Gold and blood mix in the stormy sea

The horizon mocks me, it will never set me free

Ghosts of the tide, guide me home

Through endless dark, I drift alone

Ghosts of the tide, I hear your cry

Carry me far, beneath this sky

The crow screams sharp, slicing the night

Broken compass spins, no wrong or right

Deck slick with salt, I stumble, I fall

Yet the ocean calls, the endless thrall

Ghosts of the tide, guide me home

Through endless dark, I drift alone

Ghosts of the tide, I hear your cry

Carry me far, beneath this sky

Ship drifts silent, horizon grey

Ghosts of the tide… they’ll never sway

I sail forever… lost to the sea

Bound to the night… and what will be