Dark tide’s claim we cannot leave (Cover v4)

Heave away, drag us under, Ogron waits where the drowned men slumber! Heave, lads, heave! Dark tide’s claim we cannot leave! Raise the mast in the Isle’s black spray, Half-blood crews in the night make way, Bronze bells toll for the guilds that fall, Snow-mint eyes in the dark seas call. Heave away, drag us under, Ogron waits where the drowned men slumber! Heave, lads, heave! Dark tide’s claim we cannot leave! Portal storms and the tower’s bones, Hear the cries in the night-time groans, Warrior steel and assassin’s knife, Healer’s prayer for a ghost-bound life. Heave away, drag us under, Ogron waits where the drowned men slumber! Heave, lads, heave! Dark tide’s claim we cannot leave! Fae-touched winds and the dwarven drum, Troll-song fades when the night’s begun, Drink ye deep from the guild hall’s cask, Death’s pale mask is the sailor’s task. Heave away, drag us under, Ogron waits where the drowned men slumber! Heave, lads, heave! Dark tide’s claim we cannot leave!