[Verse 1] Rozgarde lay in reef and mist, Where cannon fire could not persist. The coast was quiet, carved by fate— A perfect place to spring the bait. [Verse 2] Gurun sailed with heavy pride, To crush the west from seaside stride. Their landing planned, their hearts assured— But whispers turned their course toward lures. [Chorus] Turn the shoal, turn the tide, Smoke and silence as our guide. No blood spilled, no honor torn— Just cunning born of Boralban scorn. [Verse 3] Captain Thalkolith stood alone, Upon the deck where calm was shown. He leaked the lie, he set the snare— And watched the fleet drift unaware. [Verse 4] The Boralban ships pulled back in feint, Like dancers weaving through constraint. They drew the foe through reef and stone, Where cannon fire could not be thrown. [Chorus] Turn the shoal, turn the tide, Smoke and silence as our guide. No blood spilled, no honor torn— Just cunning born of Boralban scorn. [Verse 5] Then firepowder rafts took flame, And smoke erased the stars and name. From hidden coves the fast ships came— And trapped the fleet in reef-bound frame. [Verse 6] No blade was drawn, no sailor died, Just silence, smoke, and shifting tide. Outmaneuvered, stunned, and still— Gurun’s fleet bent to Boralba’s will. [Chorus] Turn the shoal, turn the tide, Smoke and silence as our guide. No blood spilled, no honor torn— Just cunning born of Boralban scorn. [Verse 7] Channar watched with inland eyes, Its cannons cold beneath the skies. But Rozgarde sang a rebel’s tune— Of ships that danced and stars that swoon. [Verse 8] Now every child of coast and crest Knows how the west was won with jest. No storm, no sword, no roaring flame— Just minds that turned the tide to claim. [Final full Chorus] Turn the shoal, turn the tide, Smoke and silence as our guide. No blood spilled, no honor torn— Just cunning born of Boralban scorn.
