Witch of Black Tides (Cover of ObviousEffect)

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[Verse 1 — Driving Riff + Fiddle Countermelody]
I found coasts turned to graves, where tradeboats sleep like tombs,
The sky I once knew now drowned in blackened gloom.
They stole the lanes, they stole the routes — an omen writ in foam,
From that dark bloom an iron crown upon the thief who claimed the sea.
The village bells toll ragged low, the markets silent, sparse,
Salt and steel and whispered prayers — the sellers drift apart.
I hauled the wreckage from the surf, one ember from the fall:
A battered hull, a star’s small heart — Franky swore, “We’ll build it all.”

[Pre-Chorus — Drums tighten, whistle and guitars]
Raise a tankard for those who sail no more,
Souls taken by Davy C. Locher, left to mourn.
A shadow crowns the waves,
With cruel intent and heartless might.

[Chorus — Full Choir, Anthemic]
She is the witch of black tides — She rides where shattered stars scream!
Horns of havoc, steel and oath — She answers the void’s deep dream.
Raise the mast of broken ships — we sail the endless black!
With iron, salt, and stubborn hearts, we’ll tear his crown right back!

[Otherworldly Chant]
Free the deep! Free the deep!

[Verse 2 — Syncopated Percussion + Fiddle Licks]
Franky hammered star-iron plates into oak-bound ribs,
Engines lashed to battered masts, sails scorched and bent.
We gathered rogues and healers, a cleric versed in rites,
A child who sang to star-bones, a ranger for the night.
We plundered drifting coffers where the dead guard their hoard,
We gambled grief for reckless hope, in cannon smoke and sword.
They name him Davy Cain Locher — he courts a queen of endless woe,
He binds his crown upon the tide, and calls the cold below.

[Pre-Chorus — Drums heavier, whistle returns]
Hoist the beacon, strike the bell — the watchman cries the hour,
Steel your hearts, lace your boots — temper flame with power.
No chain restrains where free blood burns,
We fight for home, for blood and kin!

[Shanty Chant]
Take his crown! Take his crown!

[Bridge — Villain vs Hero]
(Locher — male, rasped whisper)
I bound the gods, I broke the storms, I sold all mercy for a throne.
The sea bows, the tides shatter — I sit atop their bones.

(Lyla — female, rising defiance)
You sold the waves for hungry power — I recall what the tide can be.
Not chains, not crown, but heartbeat, pulse — a world alive and free!

[Solo / Instrumental Break]
Fiddle reels with mandolin lead, choir hits, ragtime keys,
Drums double-time — storm surges, steel collides.

[Verse 3 — Symphonic Battle Shanty]
Harpoons struck the beast’s flank — the leviathan bared its teeth,
The deck became a thunderclap — our war-cry split the night.
Tentacles of ancient bone lashed like anchors forged of grief,
Franky’s charge, through salted spray, tore sinew deep and sharp.
The cleric called a cleansing, the child sang a saltborn rune,
A flare of white-hot iron carved the beast in two.
We seized its heart with hammered steel, and sang the sea awake,
The crown unraveled wicked knots — the waves began to quake.

[Chorus — Triumphant, Full Choir + Call & Response]
She is the witch of black tides — She rides where shattered stars scream!
Horns of havoc, steel and oath — She answers the void’s deep dream.
Raise the mast of broken ships — we sail the endless black!
With iron, salt, and stubborn hearts, we’ll tear his crown right back!

[Crew Calls]
For the coast! — For the coast!
For the lost! — For the lost!

[Outro — Anthemic Chant → Fading Choir, Single Fiddle]
So raise your cups, you salted souls, and mark the vow we keep:
No tyrant rules the living tide — no tyrant rules the deep.
We sail again where merchants trade, and children cast their lines,
We guard the moonlit brine, we keep the open lanes.

[Final Shanty Chant — Full Choir]
Witch of the black tides — stand and sing!
Witch of the black tides — break the ring!
Witch of the black tides — claim the dawn!
Witch of the black tides — carry on!

[Final Whisper]
Hoist the keel. Remember home.
We ride the tide — we are the bone.

[End with cannon blast, choir swell, lone fiddle echo.]

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[Intro — Whispered Chant / Low Choir, rising toms & metallic clangs] I woke to twisted steel and smoke, Stars erased from the sky — only ash and shards remain. Hull ripped open, circuits screaming, the world broke beneath our feet… But from wreckage, we will rise. [Verse 1 — Driving Riff + Fiddle Countermelody] I found coasts turned to graves, where tradeboats sleep like tombs, The sky I once knew now drowned in blackened gloom. They stole the lanes, they stole the routes — an omen writ in foam, From that dark bloom an iron crown upon the thief who claimed the sea. The village bells toll ragged low, the markets silent, sparse, Salt and steel and whispered prayers — the sellers drift apart. I hauled the wreckage from the surf, one ember from the fall: A battered hull, a star’s small heart — Franky swore, “We’ll build it all.” [Pre-Chorus — Drums tighten, whistle and guitars] Raise a tankard for those who sail no more, Souls taken by Davy C. Locher, left to mourn. A shadow crowns the waves, With cruel intent and heartless might. [Chorus — Full Choir, Anthemic] She is the witch of black tides — She rides where shattered stars scream! Horns of havoc, steel and oath — She answers the void’s deep dream. Raise the mast of broken ships — we sail the endless black! With iron, salt, and stubborn hearts, we’ll tear his crown right back! [Otherworldly Chant] Free the deep! Free the deep! [Verse 2 — Syncopated Percussion + Fiddle Licks] Franky hammered star-iron plates into oak-bound ribs, Engines lashed to battered masts, sails scorched and bent. We gathered rogues and healers, a cleric versed in rites, A child who sang to star-bones, a ranger for the night. We plundered drifting coffers where the dead guard their hoard, We gambled grief for reckless hope, in cannon smoke and sword. They name him Davy Cain Locher — he courts a queen of endless woe, He binds his crown upon the tide, and calls the cold below. [Pre-Chorus — Drums heavier, whistle returns] Hoist the beacon, strike the bell — the watchman cries the hour, Steel your hearts, lace your boots — temper flame with power. No chain restrains where free blood burns, We fight for home, for blood and kin! [Chorus — Full Choir, Anthemic] She is the witch of black tides — She rides where shattered stars scream! Horns of havoc, steel and oath — She answers the void’s deep dream. Raise the mast of broken ships — we sail the endless black! With iron, salt, and stubborn hearts, we’ll tear his crown right back! [Shanty Chant] Take his crown! Take his crown! [Bridge — Villain vs Hero] (Locher — male, rasped whisper) I bound the gods, I broke the storms, I sold all mercy for a throne. The sea bows, the tides shatter — I sit atop their bones. (Lyla — female, rising defiance) You sold the waves for hungry power — I recall what the tide can be. Not chains, not crown, but heartbeat, pulse — a world alive and free! [Solo / Instrumental Break] Fiddle reels with mandolin lead, choir hits, ragtime keys, Drums double-time — storm surges, steel collides. [Verse 3 — Symphonic Battle Shanty] Harpoons struck the beast’s flank — the leviathan bared its teeth, The deck became a thunderclap — our war-cry split the night. Tentacles of ancient bone lashed like anchors forged of grief, Franky’s charge, through salted spray, tore sinew deep and sharp. The cleric called a cleansing, the child sang a saltborn rune, A flare of white-hot iron carved the beast in two. We seized its heart with hammered steel, and sang the sea awake, The crown unraveled wicked knots — the waves began to quake. [Chorus — Triumphant, Full Choir + Call & Response] She is the witch of black tides — She rides where shattered stars scream! Horns of havoc, steel and oath — She answers the void’s deep dream. Raise the mast of broken ships — we sail the endless black! With iron, salt, and stubborn hearts, we’ll tear his crown right back! [Crew Calls] For the coast! — For the coast! For the lost! — For the lost! [Outro — Anthemic Chant → Fading Choir, Single Fiddle] So raise your cups, you salted souls, and mark the vow we keep: No tyrant rules the living tide — no tyrant rules the deep. We sail again where merchants trade, and children cast their lines, We guard the moonlit brine, we keep the open lanes. [Final Shanty Chant — Full Choir] Witch of the black tides — stand and sing! Witch of the black tides — break the ring! Witch of the black tides — claim the dawn! Witch of the black tides — carry on! [Final Whisper] Hoist the keel. Remember home. We ride the tide — we are the bone. [End with cannon blast, choir swell, lone fiddle echo.]

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