[Intro]
[Low-slung bass groove enters, heavy 16th-note funk pocket]
[Tenor saxophone plays a gritty, bluesy riff]
[Verse 1]
Perched up high on the longship mast
Watching the shadows of the North roll past
Feathers like pitch and a sharp bright eye
Counting the shields as the waves go by
I land on the shoulder of a iron-clad king
Whisper a tune that the old gods sing
Shiny silver button for a shiny glass bead
I know what a warrior’s spirit needs
[Chorus]
From the eye of a crow, I see it all
The quiet shadow on the timber wall
Singing out a song for a pocket full of tin
Making tight bonds where the sea turns in
Yeah, trading shiny trinkets for a tale untold
From the eye of a crow, worth more than gold!
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Tenor saxophone solo, soulful and raspy over a heavy funk-rock bassline]
[Verse 2]
Rowing to the rhythm of the wooden oars
Baiting out the ravens on the fjords and shores
I drop a copper coin right into his palm
He hands me a bone carved smooth and calm
We speak in clicks and a low guttural rhyme
Brothers of the wind till the end of time
They bring the battle, and I bring the tune
Flying off together under a cold northern moon
[Chorus]
From the eye of a crow, I see it all
The quiet shadow on the timber wall
Singing out a song for a pocket full of tin
Making tight bonds where the sea turns in
Yeah, trading shiny trinkets for a tale untold
From the eye of a crow, worth more than gold!
[Saxophone & Bass Outro]
[Bass continues a deep syncopated groove as the tenor sax fades out with raw blues riffs]
[Outro]