[Intro] [Verse 1 - rap] Down in the blue where the cold lights crawl, Bone-drum beat on a shipwreck wall, Shell-mask grin and the lanterns glow, Everybody knows where the black tides go. No king, no crown, no marble throne, Just old stone teeth and a temple of bone, Keep your lamp lit, keep your voice low, When the deep starts humming, the old god knows. [Pre-Chorus] Hush now, hush now, Hear that rumble under stone? Breathe slow, move low, You are not alone. [Chorus] Oh, Lord Below, Lord Below, Eight arms rise where the dark tides flow, Bow your head or turn and go, No one rules where the Kraken knows. Oh, Lord Below, Lord Below, In the blue-black undertow, Pray if you must, but you’d better row, Down, down, to the Lord Below. [Verse 2 - rap] Jellyfish shine like a tavern sign, Eel-bones clack in a crooked line, Merfolk whisper, crabs keep score, Nobody knocks on the deep god’s door. If the water turns sweet, better ask no name, If the bubbles run wild, don’t blame the flame, He don’t hunt for gold, he don’t bargain cheap, He takes what he wants from the mouth of the deep. [Hard Rap] Old aunt Pearl said, “Boy, don’t boast,” Last loud fool came back half-ghost. Count your knives and count your toes, Count them again when the cold tide blows. Bring him a hymn, not a dinner bell, Bring him a map if you swim real well, Laugh in the bar, but don’t laugh there, Deep gods got a long, long stare. If you hear three taps on the hull at night, That ain’t luck and that ain’t polite. Say your name, then say it slow, So something remembers you when you go. [Solo] [Bridge] Before the crowns, before the fall, Before the songs in the coral hall, He slept beneath the world we know, A shadow breathing far below. Not beast, not king, not saint, not foe, The tide remembers the Lord Below. [Chorus 2] Oh, Lord Below, Lord Below, Eight arms rise where the dark tides flow, Bow your head or turn and go, No one lies where the Kraken knows. Oh, Lord Below, Lord Below, In the blue-black undertow, Pray if you must, but you’d better row, Down, down, to the Lord Below. [Last Chorus] Lord Below, Lord Below, Wake the drums and let them roll, Light the shells with a ghost-blue glow, Down, down, to the Lord Below. Lord Below, Lord Below, If you live, then the tale will grow, If you don’t, well, the deep will know, Down, down, to the Lord Below. [Outro]
