[Intro] Harbor lights look warm until you get close. Salt in the teeth. No welcome, no host. The dock don’t ask what you carried in — it only asks if you’ll carry it again. Wind cuts the ropes. The mast still stands. Something older than fear still commands. [Verse 1] Boots on wet wood that never quite dries. Names on the crates with the dates scratched out of the sides. You paid in hours you don’t get back. The dark still keeps a perfect track. Empty berth where a promise used to sit. Engine coughs once. You don’t quit. White spray hits like a judgment you earned. Every lesson was paid for, never learned soft. [Pre-Chorus] If the cold is honesty wearing steel, hell — it still teaches you what you can feel. No borrowed peace. No secondhand fight. Only the vow that outlives the night. Call it fate. Call it blood. Call it cost. Odin keeps watch on the ones who aren’t lost. [Chorus] Cold harbor — hold the line in the spray. Cold harbor — don’t give the night your day. Say it loud and clear when the breakers rise — this chest stays locked under open skies. The storm don’t ask if you’re ready yet. Feet plant hard. Jaw set. No regret. Stay until the tide runs out of teeth — and the mile inside still fights beneath. [Verse 2] Glass between the wanting and the will. Every almost has a body it can kill. You talk to ghosts like they’ve got rent to pay. They answer late. They never stay. Black water, white knuckles on the wheel — you drive the hurt until it learns to heal. Ravens above like a verdict in flight. One eye open through the longest night. [Pre-Chorus 2] It’s loud in here — the pulse, the oath, the heat — a war-drum under ribs that won’t retreat. No soft altar. No easy crown. Only the weight of not backing down. [Chorus] Cold harbor — hold the line in the spray. Cold harbor — don’t give the night your day. Say it loud and clear when the breakers rise — this chest stays locked under open skies. The storm don’t ask if you’re ready yet. Feet plant hard. Jaw set. No regret. Stay until the tide runs out of teeth — and the mile inside still fights beneath. [Bridge] Strip the comfort. Keep the voltage. Keep the bone. Room goes quiet. Heartbeat not alone. What if landing never meant the end — only the second you refuse to bend? Odin at the gate with a question, not a gift: will you stand when the last rope slips? Answer without trembling in the throat — the harbor hears every note. [Breakdown] It’s loud in here. Don’t mistake it for fear. It’s the vow getting closer every year. Loud and clear — no whisper, no disguise — the mile inside still refuses to die. [Final Chorus] Cold harbor — hold the line in the spray. Cold harbor — don’t give the night your day. If the dark wants easy, it can take the soft — the chest stays locked, still charged, still hot. Hold until the sea runs out of fucking knives — and the mile inside still stays alive. Say it loud and clear for the ones still ashore — we held. We hold. We hold once more. [Outro] Dawn don’t save you. You save the dawn. Engine turns. The harbor keeps you on. Odin’s watch fades into ordinary light — still the oath is working through the night.
