(Chorus) Oh, Godslost’ll take yer boots, me dear, And Godslost’ll take yer teeth, It’ll drink yer rum and spit it back As brine and bloody grief. So haul, ye rats, and mind the lines, Don’t grin like you’re immune, The sea don’t care for big brave words, It only counts the doomed. Verse 1 We sailed in fat with full-mast pride, all gold and powdered lace, Came limping out with half a crew and crab-bites on our grace. The Veilwind kissed the lanterns dead, the stars went out on loan, And something in the water laughed, like it had teeth of stone. (Chorus) Verse 2 Don’t trust no “safe” and don’t trust charts, not past the drowned god’s bones, The currents there will turn you round and make your guts your own. If you hear your sweetheart call your name from under black-green foam, You plug your ears with tar and prayer, or you’ll be dragged back home. (Chorus) Verse 3 We’ve seen them lights that promise shore, all warm and pretty, too, But follow them and you’ll wake up With sea-salt in your shoe. Your mates’ll swear you walked the deck, then slipped without a sound, Truth is, the sea just palmed you quick And tucked you deeper down. (Chorus) Verse 4 So toast to Moiren’s wicked tears and Taralor’s broken crown, To every saint turned stone below, still staring sailors down. And if you’re thinking you’re the sort the Godslost sea won’t claim, Sharp folk cut themselves first, lad, And proud folk die the same. Final Chorus (louder, meaner) Oh, Godslost’ll take yer boots, me dear, And Godslost’ll take yer knife, It’ll take the best, it’ll take the rest, It’ll take your whole damn life. So haul, ye rats, and spit and sing, And curse the moon on high, For if the sea don’t eat you quick, It’ll teach you how to die.
