Salt crusts the vision, stinging the eyes
We carve through the black where the leviathan lies
Chasing the glint of a buried design
Ignoring the stars that no longer align
They shadow the wake, the grey hulls of the crown
Closing the distance, pulling us down
Steel in the water, a hunger for bone
We harvest the gilded, we reap what is sown

The tides dictate the price of the breath
The mandate of water is mercy of death
Sinking the weight of the life you have carved
The silence of heaven, the kingdom is starved

Running the gauntlet, the wood starts to groan
The maps are all lies in a language unknown
Another sail rises, a hawk on the breeze
The law of the current, the scourge of the seas
Gold in the lining, the rot in the hold
A story of hunger, a story untold
They hunt for the hollow, they hunt for the breath
They circle the vessel, a dance with the death

The tides dictate the price of the breath
The mandate of water is mercy of death
Sinking the weight of the life you have carved
The silence of heaven, the kingdom is starved

The gallows are waiting beneath the grey sky
No mercy for shadows that wanted to fly
The iron is cold and the neck finds the strand
The end of the journey, the palm of the hand
Caught in the weave of the law and the brine
The final descent in a singular line

Dragged to the surface, the lungs fill with grey
The light of the heavens is stolen away
The gold hits the floor of the infinite deep
Only the silence, the promise of sleep.