Embers of the Tide

Nine sparks flash on a midnight sea. Three bells toll for a fool's

decree. Iron tongue tries to rattle my pride. But rust don't

bind when the waves decide. Clanker in the tide. Clang,

clang, wanker in the wake. Shouting from the shore but the

ship don't break. Fire in your name but your embers fade fast. Nine,

nine, nine, guess you've burned your last. Copper coins for

the tales you spin. Saltwater laughs at the storm you're in.

Shadow box words can't reach my mast. When my helm's held true and