Dwane The Bone (The Maltese Ghost of the Sea)

Описание: Verse 1
From Valletta’s stone to the open foam,
There sailed a name that cut to the bone.
Black flag high and the cannons tuned,
He came with the dark and he left you ruined.
No prayers helped when his shadow grew—
The gulls went quiet; the sky went blue.
Harbor men locked their doors at night,
And captains changed course at his lantern light.

Chorus
Oh, Dwayne The Bone, hear the timbers groan,
A Maltese terror on the rolling throne.
Steel in his grin, salt in his tone,
He’d take your breath and leave your bones.
Run when you hear that low horn blown—
The sea belongs to Dwayne The Bone.

Verse 2
He struck like hail on a glass-smooth sea,
Ropes snapping fast as a gallows plea.
Boarding hooks sang, and the deck ran red,
A whispered bargain: “Obey, or dead.”
He took the gold and he took the charts,
He took the rings from trembling hearts.
He left no tales of mercy behind—
Just shredded sails and a fear you’d find.

Chorus
Oh, Dwayne The Bone, hear the timbers groan,
A Maltese terror on the rolling throne.
Steel in his grin, salt in his tone,
He’d take your breath and leave your bones.
Run when you hear that low horn blown—
The sea belongs to Dwayne The Bone.

Verse 3
A navy squadron came hunting wide,
Three proud masts with the law as their pride.
They called him butcher, they called him cursed,
Swore they would end him, second to first.
He met them smiling in cannon smoke,
And every shot was a thunder-spoke.
He burned their flags and he broke their line,
Like a wolf that knows where the weak will pine.

Bridge
But every legend must choose a door,
A last hard wave, a final roar.
The sea keeps score, and the sea keeps names—
And even devils can tire of flames.

Verse 4 (Final Battle)
At dusk they trapped him by jagged stone,
A reef-bit place where the cold winds moan.
The guns all spoke, and the sky turned black,
Splinters like daggers flew off the stack.
A cannon kissed him—the deck went white,
Men cried, “He’s gone!” in the broken light.
His ship went down with a screaming mast,
And the world believed it at long last.

Chorus (Final)
Oh, Dwayne The Bone, hear the timbers groan,
A Maltese terror on the rolling throne.
Steel in his grin, salt in his tone,
He’d take your breath and leave your bones.
They swore he sank, they swore he’d flown—
But death don’t hold Dwayne The Bone.

Outro
’Cause under the wreck, where the bubbles rise,
A rowboat slid into ink-black skies.
One man laughing through salt and spray,
With a chest of crowns he’d stolen away.
He changed his coat, changed his name,
Left Malta’s sun for a colder flame—
Far from the sea and the cannon’sartu**, quiet and grim.
And if you walk where the river bends,
You’ll hear a coin when the night wind ends—
Not a ghost, not a prayer, not a holy tone…
Just the hidden gold of Dwayne The Bone.