The bell tolls once… and twice again, But the lady won’t sing till we reach the end. Rum and blood on the deck tonight, We laugh in the face of the final fight. The sea don’t care for kings or knaves, She hums the tune that digs our graves. It ain’t over till the lady sings, And she’s dressed in bone and broken strings. When the cold wind hums her final sound, We’ll dance till she lays us down. The lanterns swing, the ropes all moan, Each note she hums cuts through the bone. Her song’s no mercy, her voice no lie, The dead men whisper, “we never die.” Hear her now, beneath the foam, Calling every soul back home… It ain’t over till the lady sings, And her lullaby steals the air she brings. Dead men tell no tales, but they waltz tonight ... When the lady sings, she ends the fight. Shhh… The tide is listening.
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