One Crew

Raucous maritime folk-punk, sea-shanty swagger, roaring male vocals, call-and-response chorus, pounding drums, stomping feet, jangling acoustic and electric guitars, accordion, piratey chanting, surging from windswept ballad verses into triumphant, gang-shouted choruses, stormy atmospheres, nautical sound effects, gradual crescendo toward a rowdy, cathartic finale

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(Chorus) Storm or calm, we don’t unbind, Crew by choice, by mark, by kind, Pygmy octopus, etched and true, Its small arms—they pull us through. (Verse 1) Sailor’s Grief took blood and bone, Tried to break us, one by one, Steel bent, spells burned, the sea laughed loud, But we stood fast and we stood proud. (Chorus) Storm or calm, we don’t unbind, Crew by choice, by mark, by kind… (Verse 2) Darrgo drops them, shield goes wide, Anferis watches, cheese at side, Glahnvis spikes the earth with thorns, Khalypso leaves them ash and scorched. (Verse 3) Polveiss shouts and lightning falls, Sometimes foes, sometimes us all, Pixie links their souls in chains, One blast ends the whole damn game. (Chorus) Storm or calm, we don’t unbind, Crew by choice, by mark, by kind… (Verse 4 – Final) Ink runs deep beneath the skin, Oath and shadow, tide and sin, Pygmy octopus, small but fierce, Its tight arms—no bond breaks here. (Final Chorus – shouted) Storm or calm, we don’t unbind, Crew by choice, by mark, by kind, Pygmy octopus, etched and true, Its small arms—one crew, one doom.

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