The Dutchman’s Wake | [Mythic Sea Shanty]

Описание: Dark pirate folk shanty. A cursed ship passes through the fog — and nothing sails the same again.
"The Dutchman’s Wake" is a dark sea legend of eternal debt, lost time, and the price of endless horizons.

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Lyrics:

Fog lay thick like a closing fist
When the lookout lost his breath
A ship with sails like funeral cloth
Came crawling out of death
No oars disturbed the waiting sea
No lantern dared to sway
She glided past the edge of time
And stole the night away

Her hull was scarred with centuries
Her name worn smooth by fear
The crew stood pale as figureheads
With empty eyes of years
No wind had filled those ragged sheets
No tide had drawn her near
Yet still she cut across our bow
Like fate made sharp and clear

Every prayer turned hard as lead
Every bell refused to ring
The sea went still, like it knew the cost
Of what the dawn would bring

We sailed the Dutchman’s wake that night
Where no soul leaves a trace
The water burned, the compass spun
Time slipped its measured pace
No stars would swear which way was home
No god would intervene
You don’t survive the Dutchman’s wake
You only pass between

I heard my name upon the wind
In voices long since gone
Old debts, old vows, old bloodied decks
That I had sworn were done
The men gripped rail and whispered low
Of bargains sealed in pain
Of captains cursed to chart the dark
Till memory rots to grain

They say she sails with borrowed breath
From every lost command
A ledger written into waves
No living hand can land

We sailed the Dutchman’s wake that night
Past reason, past regret
Where all the dead keep watch in turns
And none have finished yet
The sea remembers every sin
Every oath unclean
You don’t outrun the Dutchman’s wake
You drift where she has been

If mercy lives beyond the rim
Of charts we never drew
Then let it find us nameless there
Before the morning knew
But if the price of open seas
Is never being free
Then mark me down among the lost
Who chose the deep, not plea

We sailed the Dutchman’s wake till dawn
Or something shaped like day
When fog gave back the breathing world
And she had slipped away
But something stayed inside our wake
A weight no sun could clean
Once you have crossed the Dutchman’s wake
You’re never what you’ve been

So if you hear no waves at night
And feel the ocean stare
She’s logging names in silent ink
And knows who’s sailing where

'The Dutchman’s Wake' by Dead Reckon Crew