[INTRO — DEEP SYNTH PULSE • DISTANT SURF] [FEMALE WHISPER] Red sky at night... [LOW FEMALE LAYER] That's what they say. [VERSE 1 — SMOKY ALTO] Vermilion stains the western water, copper flickers through the foam, dusk descends across the anchorage, calling every vessel home. Gulls abandoned all the pilings, canvas hangs without a breath, and the sea lies smooth as lacquer— [LOW WHISPER] Too damn perfect... [FEMALE] For my taste. [PRE-CHORUS — PULSE CLIMBS] There's a hush along the breakwater, a strange weight upon the air, nothing anyone would notice... unless they knew to look out there. [HIGH WHISPER] Keep watching... [CHORUS — FULL, DRIVING] Red sky at night, sailor's delight— [LOW LAYER] That's the story. [FEMALE] Paint the heavens beautiful, dress the water up in glory. But scarlet never fooled me, and the sea don't owe me truth. She can glitter like salvation while she's hiding something loose. [STACKED FEMALE] Red sky... Red sky... [FEMALE] I'll decide at morning light. [VERSE 2 — STRONGER RHYTHMIC DELIVERY] Brine runs silver down the rigging, lanterns flicker down the quay, clouds lie bruised above the headland, embers drowning in the sea. No bell sounding from the harbor, not a footstep on the pier, only timber softly groaning— [LOW WHISPER] There it is... [FEMALE] That feeling drawing near. [PRE-CHORUS — LAYERS BUILD] Maybe nothing. Maybe weather. Maybe something out of sight. [HIGH LAYER] Sailor's delight... [LOW FEMALE] Keep telling yourself that tonight. [BRIDGE — DRUMS DROP • LOW SYNTH] Let them sleep beneath the scarlet. Let them trust the ancient rhyme. I've seen beauty wear a crooked grin and call itself benign. [HEARTBEAT DRUM ENTERS] The gulls are gone. The harbor's vacant. Even moonlight won't sit still. [FEMALE WHISPER] Tell me again... [LOW LAYER] How pretty it is. [FINAL CHORUS — FULL NAVYRAVEN LAYERS] RED SKY AT NIGHT, SAILOR'S DELIGHT— [STACKED FEMALE] That's the story. That's the story. [FEMALE] Let the heavens turn vermilion, let the whole damn coastline glow. Everybody sees a masterpiece... I see something they don't know. [DRUMS CUT] Red sky at night... [HIGH WHISPER] Sailor's delight... [LOW FEMALE — CLOSE] Maybe. [FINAL SYNTH HIT]
