(Verse 1) The moon’s just a sliver, barely piercing the night, We sail through the mist with the wind as our guide. The Grand Banks call, where the waters run deep, But fate’s a cruel mistress with secrets to keep. We felt the storm coming, its whispers in the air, But the devil’s in the dark, hiding despair. The waves rose up like mountains of cold, And the sea showed no mercy, no stories told. (Chorus) Hold on, boys, don’t let go, The sea’s got her grip, but we’ll fight her blow. Waves crash down like a hammer on steel, In the dark, in the cold, we’ll fight till we heal. The ship may splinter, the timbers may crack, But I won’t leave a brother in the ocean’s black. (Verse 2) The hull gave a moan, a sound like death’s breath, Splinters and screams as we stared into death. I grab the line, pull a mate to the rail, Salt in our eyes, hands torn and frail. The cold bites deep, but fear digs deeper, In the black of the night, the shadows grow steeper. One by one, I see them fall, Lost to the depths where no voices call. (Chorus) Hold on, boys, don’t let go, The sea’s got her grip, but we’ll fight her blow. Waves crash down like a hammer on steel, In the dark, in the cold, we’ll fight till we heal. The ship may splinter, the timbers may crack, But I won’t leave a brother in the ocean’s black. (Bridge) The captain shouts orders, his voice near drowned, But the sea doesn’t listen; she drags us down. I see a hand reach out, desperate and pale, I grab it, pull hard, but the currents prevail. A prayer on my lips, but the words freeze cold, For the sea takes no bribes and swallows the bold. I fight for them all, but the night takes more, Each life a whisper lost to the roar. (Chorus) Hold on, boys, don’t let go, The sea’s got her grip, but we’ll fight her blow. Waves crash down like a hammer on steel, In the dark, in the cold, we’ll fight till we heal. The ship may splinter, the timbers may crack, But I won’t leave a brother in the ocean’s black. (Outro) Now the dawn breaks faint, but few still remain, The wreck lies beneath in her cold, salty grave. I cling to the driftwood, no strength to stand, But I’ll carry their names when I reach dry land. The sea took her toll, but I’ll never forget, The brothers I lost to the Grand Banks’ threat. In the cold and the dark where the deep waves churn, Their spirits remain where the night still burns.