Black Tide Calls

Like, comment, and subscribe for more content. Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/artist/4Izz1yUjBxAm165lsHRkOW?si=uwzZorhCSQCfUWnKZp2tdA Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/at/artist/graves-of-aether/1877669120 Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.de/artists/B0GPQPT29B/graves-of-aether?marketplaceId=A1PA6795UKMFR9&musicTerritory=DE&ref=dm_sh_L4vXBB5Uhe6etLWq2vfUGwus0 Video made in: https://vizzy.io Lyrics: There is my Scars Rust in my lungs Lanterns swing low As the black tide hums Old Jarl Knut One eye Pale glass Counts his ropes Like he’s counting our last gasps Red-beard Ivar Smiles with a broken tooth Sharpening harpoons Like he’s shaving down the truth Heave Boys Heave For the beast beneath the keel Teeth like broken anchors Hide and bone and steel Heave Boys Heave ’Til our knuckles start to bleed Monster hunters at sea And the sea still wants to feed Mist crawls in Like a white Slow plague Sigrid right at the bow Eyes bright with rage She swears she saw A ridge of jagged spine Curl ’round the hull Like rope of brine Hear that groan? Wood or something vast? Pray your name Outlasts the mast (hey!) Heave Boys Heave For the beast beneath the keel Teeth like broken anchors Hide and bone and steel Heave Boys Heave ’Til our knuckles start to bleed Monster hunters at sea And the sea still wants to feed [Bridge] Old man Rourke with iron hook Scars that write a darker book “Hold the line!” the captain roars As claws like spears erupt the boards Hear the deep ones call our names From the cold abyssal plains If we fall, the sea will claim Every oath we swore in name (oh!) Storm spitting nails Sky split green We drove our spears Where the glow ran clean Old Jarl Knut Tied himself to the mast “Drag me down Old devil But choke on me at last” (oh!) Heave Boys Heave As the water turns to ink Skulls like shattered armor Drag us to the brink Heave Boys Heave Though the boards begin to scream Monster hunters at sea In the belly of a dream Name our dead To the grinding foam If the beast still hunts Then the hunt goes on Low in the dark Where the cold gods sleep We are the teeth In the haunted deep