The Freshwater Kings | Pirate Legend of the Lake (Celtic Rock)

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The Freshwater Kings (Official Audio)

A driving Celtic Pop-Rock anthem that blurs the line between silver-screen illusion and the raw power of nature. Inspired by the surreal history of 1960s pirate movie sets on Lake Garda, "The Freshwater Kings" journeys from upbeat, rhythmic storytelling to a dark, cinematic storm of violins and heavy percussion.

Lyrics:
They dragged the heavy keel across the land
Far from the oceans and the salted sand
A wooden giant born for crashing waves
Now anchored quiet in the mountain caves
The locals watched the masts go reaching high
Touching the canvas of the alpine sky
No tides to fight, no monsters in the deep
Just silent waters where the secrets sleep
The cameras rolled to hide the snowy peaks
To paint the rouges upon the actors' cheeks
They built a world of plunder and of gold
A story that the silver screen had told
But look beyond the frame, beyond the lens
Where the illusion stops and truth begins
(And truth begins)
We are the captains of the sweet water sea
Sailing on a ship that isn't meant to be
Raise the black flag against the mountain air
With plastic swords and danger everywhere
It’s not a life of crime, but art and chance
Caught in the middle of a pirate’s trance
Oh, phantom vessel, let the legend soar
Before the waves come crashing to the shore
The village boys became the buccaneers
Trading their quiet days for sudden cheers
They leaped from rigging into velvet green
Immortalized inside a cut-up scene
The cannon smoke was just a trick of light
Drifting away into the peaceful night
We thought the summer dream would never fade
Inside the masquerade that we had made
But nature doesn't care for scripts or plays
She watched the wooden fleet with cold gaze
The wind came down, a howl from the north
It called the anger of the water forth
No director shouting "Cut!" could stop the gale
It tore the timber and it ripped the sail
The storm arrived to take back what was lent
Until the mast was snapped and bow was bent!
We were the captains of the sweet water sea
Sailing on a ship that wasn't meant to be
Now the black flag is buried in the sand
No longer ruled by any human hand
It wasn't life of crime, but art and chance
Ended too soon by nature’s violent dance
Oh, phantom vessel, you can sail no more
The wreckage lies upon the stony shore
(The stony shore)
The harbor is empty.
The reel has run out.
Wood returns to water.
Dust returns to dust.
Fade to black...

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