The Fishman of the Lonesome Coast (Metal Cover) ω

folk metal, groovy deathcore, aggressive koto, japanese instruments

[Verse 1]
By the shores where wild winds wail,
And the mist makes the moonlight pale,
There’s a creature with a toothy grin,
Lurking where the waves begin.

He hides in rivers, streams, and lakes,
In every puddle your footstep makes,
A shadow where no man goes,
The Fishman of the Lonesome Coast.

[Chorus]
Oh, he’s splashing in the water’s deep,
Laughing where the shadows creep,
The Fishman, the Fishman of the Lonesome Coast,
The host with the most, the ghost of the coast!

Every drop, every tear you cry,
He’s winking as he passes by,
He’s lurking close, he’s never far,
He’s the nightmare in your reservoir.

[Verse 2]
In the bathtub where you hum a tune,
He’s there beneath the silver moon,
In ocean waves that tug your soul,
He’s dragging you into his hold.

He whispers from the swampy mire,
He cackles in the kitchen fire,
There’s no escape, no running away,
Wherever there’s water, there he’ll stay.

[Chorus]
Oh, he’s splashing in the water’s deep,
Laughing where the shadows creep,
The Fishman, the Fishman of the Lonesome Coast,
The host with the most, the ghost of the coast!

With every ripple, he’s got a smile,
Soaked in charm and wicked guile,
He’s lurking close, just out of sight,
Your new friend in the dead of night!

[Bridge]
Don’t look down in the darkened drain,
His claws will pull you back again,
In rain-soaked earth, beneath your feet,
He’s tapping to your heartbeat.

[Verse 3]
In every fountain, every stream,
He’s a figure from a twisted dream,
And when you think you’re safe and dry,
That’s when you’ll catch his gleaming eye.

So lock your doors, stay out of the sea,
But know, in truth, there’s no reprieve,
The Fishman’s waiting, near or far,
He’s the nightmare in your reservoir.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, he’s splashing in the water’s deep,
Laughing where the shadows creep,
The Fishman, the Fishman of the Lonesome Coast,
The host with the most, the ghost of the coast!

With every ripple, he’s got a smile,
Soaked in charm and wicked guile,
He’s lurking close, just out of sight,
Your new friend in the dead of night!

[Outro]
The Fishman’s here, don’t make a sound,
In every puddle, he’s lurking around!
Beware the Lonesome Coast—
He’s the one you’ll fear the most!

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[Verse 1] By the shores where wild winds wail, And the mist makes the moonlight pale, There’s a creature with a toothy grin, Lurking where the waves begin. He hides in rivers, streams, and lakes, In every puddle your footstep makes, A shadow where no man goes, The Fishman of the Lonesome Coast. [Chorus] Oh, he’s splashing in the water’s deep, Laughing where the shadows creep, The Fishman, the Fishman of the Lonesome Coast, The host with the most, the ghost of the coast! Every drop, every tear you cry, He’s winking as he passes by, He’s lurking close, he’s never far, He’s the nightmare in your reservoir. [Verse 2] In the bathtub where you hum a tune, He’s there beneath the silver moon, In ocean waves that tug your soul, He’s dragging you into his hold. He whispers from the swampy mire, He cackles in the kitchen fire, There’s no escape, no running away, Wherever there’s water, there he’ll stay. [Chorus] Oh, he’s splashing in the water’s deep, Laughing where the shadows creep, The Fishman, the Fishman of the Lonesome Coast, The host with the most, the ghost of the coast! With every ripple, he’s got a smile, Soaked in charm and wicked guile, He’s lurking close, just out of sight, Your new friend in the dead of night! [Bridge] Don’t look down in the darkened drain, His claws will pull you back again, In rain-soaked earth, beneath your feet, He’s tapping to your heartbeat. [Verse 3] In every fountain, every stream, He’s a figure from a twisted dream, And when you think you’re safe and dry, That’s when you’ll catch his gleaming eye. So lock your doors, stay out of the sea, But know, in truth, there’s no reprieve, The Fishman’s waiting, near or far, He’s the nightmare in your reservoir. [Final Chorus] Oh, he’s splashing in the water’s deep, Laughing where the shadows creep, The Fishman, the Fishman of the Lonesome Coast, The host with the most, the ghost of the coast! With every ripple, he’s got a smile, Soaked in charm and wicked guile, He’s lurking close, just out of sight, Your new friend in the dead of night! [Outro] The Fishman’s here, don’t make a sound, In every puddle, he’s lurking around! Beware the Lonesome Coast— He’s the one you’ll fear the most!

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