[Intro – low female voice, waves and chain drag] Sail far enough... storm hard enough... sink deep enough... and every road leads to me. [Verse 1 – rapid chopper flow] I am Rán, net beneath the foam, Queen of the drowned where the cold dead roam. Silver in moonlight, black in the gale, I wait below every splintered sail. No need to hunt, no need to race, The sea delivers them to my place. Merchant, raider, king or slave, Same cold door when you miss the wave. You call me cruel when the mast goes down, When salt fills lungs and the brave men drown. But I made no promise the sea was kind, You brought your hunger and left shore behind. Gold in your chest, pride in your crew, One broken hull and it all comes through. The ocean takes what the ocean can, And down in the dark... I gather man. [Chorus – deep female lead, low crew] I AM RÁN! I cast my net where the black waves rise! I AM RÁN! No gold can bargain with drowning skies! Storm takes the mast, cold takes the breath, I keep what falls through the mouth of death! I AM RÁN! When the sea pulls down— you come to me! [Verse 2 – faster] My daughters dance where the breakers climb, Nine white sisters keeping ocean time. Some rise gentle, some strike stone, Some drag ships where none sail home. Foam is laughter, undertow grip, One soft swell can become your crypt. You watch the surface, think you know, But half my kingdom lies below. And Ægir feasts where the torches burn, While I keep count of who won't return. He pours the ale, I pull the line, Two faces carved in the same salt brine. He is the hall and roaring tide, I am the hand beneath its side. You drink with him when weather is fair, You meet me when the mast is bare. [Beat switch – thunder, net chains] [Verse 3 – rolling chopper flow] Do not mistake me for random doom, The sea has rules and the sea has room. Read the sky, respect the wind, Know when courage becomes a sin. A fool calls caution cowardice, Then learns too late what pride can cost. I do not choose him, I do not care, He chose the storm when he sailed out there. But some go down with honor intact, Holding the line while the hull gets cracked. Some save kin, some cut the rope, Some face black water and still give hope. Those I remember. Those names stay clear. Not every drowned man died in fear. The sea strips titles, wealth, command— What remains is how you stand. [Chorus] I AM RÁN! I cast my net where the black waves rise! I AM RÁN! No gold can bargain with drowning skies! Storm takes the mast, cold takes the breath, I keep what falls through the mouth of death! I AM RÁN! When the sea pulls down— you come to me! [Verse 4 – maximum-speed chopper] Coins in the pocket, silver on chain, Old sailors knew when they crossed my domain. Payment for passage, gift for the deep, Token for hands that gather and keep. Not fear alone, but respect in the act, Knowing the ocean can never be owned. Chart every current, strengthen the beam, Still one rogue wave can murder the dream. I am not vengeance, not punishment sent, Not moral judgment, not heaven's intent. Storms do not ask if your cause was right, Waves do not care if you prayed through the night. Nature is older than guilt and blame, The sea takes kings and beggars the same. So call me monster if that helps you sleep— Just know every shore leans toward the deep. [Bridge – low, almost whispered] I have heard every final prayer. Every swallowed scream. Every promise made too late. And still... the tide comes in. [Final Verse – accelerating] I am Rán, the net and the grave, The cold blue hand under every wave. I am the silence beneath the storm, The place where shipwrecked names transform. I keep the ring, the blade, the bone, The things men carried but never owned. Salt wears iron and time wears pride, Nothing stays whole beneath the tide. But I am not empty. I am not void. The drowned are remembered, not destroyed. Stories return when survivors speak, Names come home from the ocean's deep. So sail if you must. Be bold if you dare. But never pretend I am not there. [Final Chorus – enormous female choir] I AM RÁN! I cast my net where the black waves rise! I AM RÁN! No gold can bargain with drowning skies! Storm takes the mast, cold takes the breath, I keep what falls through the mouth of death! I AM RÁN! THE SEA MAY GIVE— [beat cuts] —but I decide what it keeps. [Outro – quiet] Sail well. Watch the sky. And if you fall... I will be waiting.
