Hunting the Hunter

[Verse 1]
Out past the guns where the sea runs grey,
Mark took the Drakeslayer far away.
Richard followed, steady and sound,
On the Baywhar Babe with his barge in tow bound.
Wind in the rigging, tension in the air,
Two ships alone with nothing to spare.
Mark pushed forward, bold and fast,
While Richard measured each breath to last.

[Verse 2]
Amanda stood at the forward sight,
Scanning the sky for something not right.
“Hold your course,” they told her crew,
But something moved where the sky felt… wrong and new.
A shape unseen, a shifting void—
The air itself was being destroyed.
She saw it first, her voice cut through—
“There’s something there—just out of view!”

[Chorus]
The Gargouille comes in silence and night,
Hiding in shadow, stealing the light.
Hold your fire, don’t break your line,
Or it will vanish every time.
Steel and courage, nerves held tight—
They hunt a ghost they cannot fight.

[Verse 3]
They turned just enough to bait its course,
Guiding the beast by unseen force.
The Gargouille circled, cold and sly,
Then dove beneath to strike from the sky.
“NOW!” Amanda’s warning cried—
Guns erupted on every side.
Flames and thunder ripped the veil,
Forcing the unseen beast to fail.

[Verse 4]
The Drakeslayer shook, her hull in strain,
Mark refused to break or wane.
“Keep firing!” he roared through smoke,
Though deep inside he knew the truth spoke.
Then came the order, sharp and clear—
“Lash yourselves down, hold fast, stay near!”
Lift vents opened, the deck went bare—
The ship fell screaming through the air.

[Verse 5]
Richard saw the opening wide,
Cut his barge loose, surged to the fight.
A single shot struck deep and true—
The Gargouille roared as steel tore through.
Wounded, it turned, enraged, unbound,
And hunted the lone ship closing round.

[Chorus]
The Gargouille comes in silence and night,
Hiding in shadow, stealing the light.
Hold your fire, don’t break your line,
Or it will vanish every time.
Steel and courage, nerves held tight—
They hunt a ghost they cannot fight

[Verse 6]
No barge to shield, no heavy gun—
Richard fought with what he’d become.
He turned his hull, endured the blows,
Just to survive the dragon’s throes.
The Baywhar Babe began to spin,
Smoke and fire tearing within.

[Final Verse]
Then from the depths, through smoke and flame,
The Drakeslayer rose back into the game.
Lift restored, guns blazing wide,
She charged the beast at Richard’s side.
Richard watched from his broken deck
As Mark’s ship struck the final wreck.
Together they drove the beast below—
And the English Channel took its ghost.

[Outro]
But in the sky where shadows creep,
Some things still hunt in silence deep…
And somewhere, watching, waiting still—
Is the Gargouille… and its will.

Dark maritime folk rock, pounding war drums, tense strings, choral vocals, cinematic, haunting, rising storm, epic