CASKS IN THE DARK ⚓

[VERSE 1] Black lanterns throb in the breaking rain We slip past bones where the dead men sang Gold on our tongues, blood in the tar The sea remembers who we are Rigging screams when the night winds rise Thunder drinks from the whites of our eyes Salt on the blade, rot in the spark We live for casks in the dark [HOOK] OH — SALT! OH — FIRE! DRINK IT DOWN — WE NEVER TIRE! OH — STEEL! WHAT WE TAKE — WE KEEP — WE STEAL! [CHORUS] HEY — DRINK IT DOWN HEY — DROWN THE SPARK HEY — NO KINGS, NO CROWN WE LIVE — FOR CASKS — IN THE DARK [VERSE 2] Sea glass rings in a beggar’s cup We drink to ghosts that won’t give us up Knots tell lies of storms to come We laugh — we are never done Cold breath burns in the rising dawn Maps lie thick but the will stays strong Every scar is a guiding mark We sail for casks in the dark [VERSE 3] The water stills. The stars go wrong. The night hums low with a siren song. It knows our names. It knows our thirst. It promises relief — then asks for worse. They warned us once in broken prayers Of Brinehunger stalking guarded hearts. Not teeth or claws — just open hands, Smelling of rum and second chances. It wears our faces, warm and kind, Pours liquid courage into the mind. “Just one more,” breathes the velvet dark, “Just one more flame to light the spark.” Hands shake like rigging before the squall, We swear we’re standing — we’re about to fall. The crew won’t speak it. Everyone knows: This thing sails with us. This hunger grows. — Uh… Cap’n? Are we fightin’ an ancient sea curse, or is this just alcoholism with better branding? (half-beat) — guys we are loosing him... [CAPTAIN’S SHOUT-DOWN ] ENOUGH. BRINEHUNGER — HEAR ME CLEAR. YOU DON’T COMMAND THIS DECK OR HERE. YOU FEED ON DOUBT. YOU FEED ON SHAME. TONIGHT WE BREAK YOU BY YOUR NAME. YOU ARE NO GOD. YOU HOLD NO CHART. YOU DON’T OWN HANDS. YOU DON’T OWN HEARTS. BACK TO THE DEEP — BACK TO THE DARK. WE STEER THE HELM. YOU MISS YOUR MARK. [FINAL CHORUS] HEY — DRINK IT DOWN HEY — DROWN THE SPARK HEY — NO KINGS, NO CROWN WE LIVE — FOR CASKS — IN THE DARK [OUTRO CHANT] NO MAPS. NO KINGS. NO CHAINS. NO MARKS. WE CHOOSE THE NIGHT. CASKS IN THE DARK.