In Love's Wake

(Verse 1) He was born to the sea with a net in his hand, A fisherman's boy with dreams like the sand. And she was the girl who ran wild on the shore, With braids full o’ sea-glass and salt evermore. They danced in the shallows and kissed in the foam, And swore by the stars they'd make saltmarsh their home. (Verse 2) But the Sea Princes came with fire and chain, Took gold, took lives—left ruin and pain. They took her aboard like a jewel on display, While he watched helpless as they sailed her away. He carved up his sorrow, he sharpened his hate, And vowed that her captors would answer to fate. (Chorus) So raise high your glasses, and sing soft and low, For love lost to oceans and hearts full of woe. A tale carved in blood and in fire and in flame— He died with her name, she died with his name. (Verse 3) With harpoon and cutlass, he hunted the tide, His nets now for vengeance, his soul full of pride. He sank seven ships, left ten more in ash, Each battle he fought was a prayer and a lash. At last came the whisper, a city afloat, Where the rich and the cruel kept their pleasure and gloat. (Verse 4) He stormed through the decks with thunder and steel, Each wound he took, he refused still to kneel. He found her in chains, her fire not gone, They ran through the blood 'til they reached back his dawn. He gave her the helm with his breath growing slow— She wept as he smiled and whispered, “Now go.” (Chorus) So raise high your glasses, and sing soft and low, For love lost to oceans and hearts full of woe. A tale carved in blood and in fire and in flame— He died with her name, she died with his name. (Bridge – hush in the music) But grief is a storm no sailor can steer, And rage is a tide that drowns out all fear. She lit every barrel and kissed his pale brow, Then stood on the deck with flame on her vow… (Verse 5 – soft, mournful) The sky turned to cinder, the sea to red glass, The pirates cried out as she shattered their mass. She gave them no mercy, no quarter, no grace, Just one final act in that desolate place. And some say at night, when the wind starts to wail, You’ll hear her voice singing across the black sail... (Final Chorus – soft, then swell to tragic triumph) So raise high your glasses, and sing soft and low, For love lost to oceans and hearts full of woe. A tale carved in blood and in fire and in flame— He died with her name, she died with his name. He died with her name… she died with his name. and sing soft and low, For love lost to oceans and hearts full of woe. A tale carved in blood and in fire and in flame— He died with her name, she died with his name. (Bridge – hush in the music) But grief is a storm no sailor can steer, And rage is a tide that drowns out all fear. She lit every barrel and kissed his pale brow, Then stood on the deck with flame on her vow… (Verse 5 – soft, mournful) The sky turned to cinder, the sea to red glass, The pirates cried out as she shattered their mass. She gave them no mercy, no quarter, no grace, Just one final act in that desolate place. And some say at night, when the wind starts to wail, You’ll hear their voice singing through the gale... (Final Chorus – soft, then swell to tragic triumph) So raise high your glasses, and sing soft and low, For love lost to oceans and hearts full of woe. A tale carved in blood and in fire and in flame— He died with her name, she died with his name. He died with her name… she died with his name. oceans and hearts full of woe. A tale carved in blood and in fire and in flame— He died with her name, she died with his name. He died with her name… she died with his name.