[Verse 1]
The harbor wakes in iron and flame,
Ropes pull tight in a rising strain,
Voices low but the purpose clear,
We’ve held the night—now we leave the fear.
Behind us lies a broken crown,
London’s bones beneath the ground,
But on the wind, a different call—
Not to defend… but to risk it all.
[Pre-Chorus]
From shattered stone to open sea,
We’re not what we were—we’re meant to be—
[Chorus]
We’re sailing out, past the line we held,
Into the fire we’ve only felt,
No more waiting in the dark,
No more guarding a dying spark.
We take the war to where it was born,
Through storm and shadow, scarred and worn,
And though the night still claims its toll—
Hope has finally found its soul.
[Verse 2]
On the edge where the broken city stands,
A figure watches with ancient hands—
Baba Yaga, still and wide,
London crumbles at her side.
No cheers rise, no victory sound,
Only silence in the broken ground,
Yet even fear can’t quite erase
The fire rising in this place.
[Pre-Chorus]
We see her there, but we don’t run,
The fight is now what must be done—
[Chorus]
We’re sailing out, past the line we held,
Into the fire we’ve only felt,
No more waiting in the dark,
No more guarding a dying spark.
We take the war to where it was born,
Through storm and shadow, scarred and worn,
And though the night still claims its toll—
Hope has finally found its soul.
[Bridge]
Hands held tight on the deck tonight,
Lovers parting in fading light,
Kisses pressed like a final vow,
“We’ll come back somehow… somehow.”
The drums of war begin to rise,
But so do tears in fearless eyes,
For every soul that steps aboard—
Is one more heartbeat the war ignored.
[Breakdown (soft)]
A small flower breaks through ash and stone,
Fragile… but it’s not alone.
It bends… it shakes… it doesn’t fall—
It’s the smallest hope of all.
[Final Chorus]
We’re sailing out beyond the line,
Where fate and fire intertwine,
Not just survival, not just stand—
But marching out to take a hand
Against the darkness that began—
This war we didn’t understand.
And though we sail into the deep—
This time… we rise. This time… we keep.
[Outro]
London watches as we depart,
A wound behind a changing heart,
And somewhere in the rising tide—
A broken world begins to fight.
ElCeviche
