Lyrics

[Intro – whispered duet]
In the ribs of a squid-ship, cold and torn,
Where the stars bled blue through the hull,
We found three crowns with faceless mouths,
And a throne that drank the soul.

[Verse 1 – Voice One, low and sharp]
We came through the dark on a dying shell,
With the helm half-mad and the air gone thin,
A nautiloid corpse with its secrets awake,
And the taste of the void on our skin.

Mind-born tyrants in a ring of gold,
Three pale gods with their fingers in thought,
But Valen raised fire like a newborn sun,
And two of them vanished in rot.

[Verse 2 – Voice Two, higher and venomous]
Rigg drew thunder from sling and nerve,
High Jinks spat eldritch green,
Laydrick called flame from a buried saint,
And Dino stood where the teeth were seen.

The last one screamed without moving its mouth,
A nail through the mind, a hook through the skull,
But we broke its silence with steel and spell,
Till the throne-room rang hollow and dull.

[Pre-Chorus – Both, building]
No mercy for the mouthless kings,
No prayer for the things that feed,
We did not kneel to the purple dark —
We made the dark retreat.

[Chorus – Both, huge]
We took the helm, we burned the chain,
We drove our names through the astral rain,
With fire in our hands and blood in the floor,
We were not lost anymore.

We took the helm, we split the night,
Made dead stars bow to stolen light,
Let illithid ghosts crawl back to hell —
We took the ship,
We took the helm.

[Post-Chorus – Voice Two over choir]
Turn the throne.
Wake the bone.
Feed the ship.
Make it groan.

[Verse 3 – Voice One]
Then came the captain, blue as grief,
Lackspur chained to a sapphire eye,
His neck still bent where the monsters fed,
Yet his curse refused to die.

“Fuel,” said the ghost, “or the void will chew
Through timber, lung, and name.
There’s a derelict bird with a belly of rot,
Go tear out whatever remains.”

[Verse 4 – Voice Two]
So High Jinks gave up the silver ring,
The beast-tongue charm to the hungry throne,
The helm drank deep with a serpent hiss,
And the dead ship woke with a groan.

Then gravity died like a frightened god,
And the stars bent into spears,
We leapt through mist in a wounded ark,
With our courage held by fear.

[Pre-Chorus – Both]
No harbour, no moon, no kindly flame,
Only wreckage, teeth, and need,
But when the void called out our names,
We answered it with greed.

[Chorus – Both, bigger]
We took the helm, we burned the chain,
We drove our names through the astral rain,
With fire in our hands and blood in the floor,
We were not lost anymore.

We took the helm, we split the night,
Made dead stars bow to stolen light,
Let illithid ghosts crawl back to hell —
We took the ship,
We took the helm.

[Bridge – Voice One, dark and rhythmic]
There she hung — the Falcon dead,
Old wood drowned in starless breath,
Bilge and ozone, splintered crates,
A hold that stank of acid death.

[Bridge – Voice Two, answering]
In the barrels, black things stirred,
Little hungers without eyes,
Puddings slick with graveyard gloss,
Born to split and multiply.

[Battle Break – alternating lines]
Voice One: Dino took the acid strike.
Voice Two: Laydrick burned the blackened tide.
Voice One: Valen searched the cursed remains.
Voice Two: Rigg split hunger open wide.
Both:
Three small horrors in the hold,
Three dead mouths that would not sing,
We carved our fuel from poison’s gut,
And dragged it bleeding to the king.

[Instrumental Cue]
War drums, low choir, heavy riff, astral storm swell.

[Verse 5 – Voice One]
Spectacles red as a planar wound,
A marble curled with a living sky,
A starmetal compass that twitched and turned
When wild magic wandered by.

[Verse 6 – Voice Two]
A spell-book scorched, a fragile orb,
A dead man’s memory locked in glass,
The Falcon groaned and the nautiloid breathed,
And the dark watched silently pass.

[Final Pre-Chorus – Both, restrained]
Patch the hull or drown in stars,
Read the orb or lose the lead,
Wake the helm and chart the scar,
Or join the captain dead.

[Final Chorus – Both, triumphant and savage]
We took the helm, we burned the chain,
We drove our names through the astral rain,
With fire in our hands and blood in the floor,
We were not lost anymore.

We took the helm, we split the night,
Made dead stars bow to stolen light,
No squid-born lord, no mind-made spell,
Could drag us screaming back to hell.

We took the helm, we claimed the flame,
Etched our teeth into the plane,
Let every wreck and phantom tell —
We took the ship,
We took the helm.

[Outro – whispered duet, ominous]
The hull still leaks.
The orb still sees.
The compass turns.
The captain pleads.

And somewhere deep in the animal dark,
Where dead ships drift and old gods dwell,
Five fools laugh in a stolen throne,
Sailing a nightmare
they stole from hell.