Jonathan Shaw

You don't know a storm 'til you ride the wind
Beneath cold and blackened skies, O
'Til you're sailing through a thunderhead
With the lightning in your eyes
Death, he laughs in the sails and the jags
And the bloody sun won't rise, O.

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A sailor's life's filled with toil and strife
The sea's both boon and bane, O
We're Kryta bound on a northern tide
Through the lightning and the rain
We'll sail through all these stormy nights
‘Til we’re safe at home again, O.

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Open sea, and we're homeward bound
Fair or foul the weather, O
The cap'n swears we'll make our port
Though the sun's burned to an ember
If the Dread Ships come and the darkness falls
Then we'll all go down together, O.

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She's a restless sloop with a six-armed maid
A-dancing on her prow, O
Her brassy cannons crease the sea
But the weather's chased her down
Her compass spins, and her captain screams
And the crew's all dead and drown'd, O.

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The sails are rent, and the engine's blown
The keel is split to stern, O
We lost the rudder to the tide
And the mizzenmast is burning
The rain's like nails, and our harbor's lost
And the compass spins and turns, O.

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Now the darkness comes, and the stars above
Circle 'round like sharks at sea, O
Instead of fighting for our lives
We should be sitting at our ease
But I chose the strife of a sailor's life
And the ocean, she chose me, O.

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The wind, it howled, and the thunder boomed
Thought the storm might just prevail, O
But we shouldered on 'til the break of day
And we tamed that fearsome gale
Held to courage and to honor
And we lived to tell the tale, O.

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No, you don't know a storm 'til you ride the wind
Beneath the cold and blackened skies, O
'Til you're sailing through a thunderhead
With the lightning in your eyes
Death, he laughs in the sails and the jags
And the bloody sun won't rise, O.