The drowned Gods - Grim Shanty

Описание: When the storm rolls in, the drowned gods rise to claim their due. No mercy, no escape—only the noose and the deep. A haunting nekro-shanty about divine vengeance from the bottom of the sea.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
When lightning cracks and storm bells toll, the gallows creak again,
A noose of kelp, a judge of bones, the dead come home for men.
They swing not high, but rise from deep, from reefs where drowned gods sleep,
And every soul they drag below is one they mean to keep.

[Chorus]
Hangin’ high in the storm-lit sky,
The drowned gods call with a cold dead cry.
No judge, no jury, just tide and rope—
There’s no redemption, no thread of hope.

[Verse 2]
They marched us up the coral steps, with barnacles for eyes,
Their boots were weighed with anchor chains, their mouths were full of lies.
“Ye stole the sea,” they whispered low, “ye broke the sacred code—
Now swing ye shall, till time itself forgets the pirate road.”

[Chorus]
Hangin’ high in the storm-lit sky,
The drowned gods call with a cold dead cry.
No judge, no jury, just tide and rope—
There’s no redemption, no thread of hope.

[Verse 3]
We tried to flee, we tried to pray, but mercy don’t run deep,
The rigging turned to twisted vines, the deck began to weep.
One by one the crew was raised, not skyward but to sea,
To sway beneath the moonless tide in cold eternity.

[Chorus]
Hangin’ high in the storm-lit sky,
The drowned gods call with a cold dead cry.
No judge, no jury, just tide and rope—
There’s no redemption, no thread of hope.

[Bridge]
Now when the wind begins to howl, and thunder drums the mast,
We tie no sail, we drink no rum, we know we've breathed our last.
For those who wronged the ocean’s law will find the noose in foam,
And join the cursed mariner choir, where drowned gods call them home.

[Chorus]
Hangin’ high in the storm-lit sky,
The drowned gods call with a cold dead cry.
No judge, no jury, just tide and rope—
There’s no redemption, no thread of hope.
[Chorus]
Hangin’ high in the storm-lit sky,
The drowned gods call with a cold dead cry.
No judge, no jury, just tide and rope—
There’s no redemption, no thread of hope.