Stormsworn Shanty

(hey, ho,

haul away)

The salt it bites,

the wind it screams We chase the phantom of our dreams With

calloused hands and heavy bones We sail above old Davy Jones

Tie the lines and pull them tight (pull)

We sail into the blackest night (hey) Haul the lines,

let the engines roar We're bound to see

the light no more

Through the storm

and the freezing rain

We drink to ease the bitter pain (ooh-ah-hey-ho) The timber cracks,

the iron bends

This watery grave is where it ends

No gold to find,

no land to see

Just the cold depth of the raging sea

Haul

the lines, let the engines roar We're bound to see

the light no more

Through the storm

and the freezing rain

We drink to ease the bitter pain

(ooh-ah-hey-ho) (haul away, haul away)

To the deep we go...