[Verse 1]
From Sondar’s vault of dust and stone,
They hauled old gold by circle’s glow.
Rook said, “My debt is paid in full,”
Then passed a pistol, worn and cold.
Five thousand coins for parting grace,
A smirk, a nod, no warm embrace.
He named a spire, a ship of dread,
Then vanished where old captains tread.

[Hook]
Raise the sail, let the green seas roar,
Through heaven’s back door once more.
Gold in the hold, crown in the dark,
A cursed little whisper with a bite and a bark.
Sing low, sing high, let the wild winds soar,
We’re bound for the Choir Master’s door.

[Verse 2]
The gate demanded magic’s price,
Not blood this time, which seemed quite nice.
Boots of winter, web-wand bright,
Ring of Ram in blue-green light.
Valen watched the runes ignite,
High Jinks fed sparks into the night.
The portal split with feyborn flame,
And Arborea called their name.

[Hook]
Raise the sail, let the green seas roar,
Through heaven’s back door once more.
Gold in the hold, crown in the dark,
A cursed little whisper with a bite and a bark.
Sing low, sing high, let the wild winds soar,
We’re bound for the Choir Master’s door.

[Verse 3]
Upon green waves their rowboat spun,
The “peaceful trip” was quickly done.
A Morkoth rose with teeth and spite,
To ruin everyone’s afternoon delight.
Dino braced and Leydrick prayed,
Rigg shot poorly, undismayed.
The wyrmling’s flame made sea-mist bloom,
And bought them space from certain doom.

[Bridge]
Then up they rose by dragon fire,
Past sea and stone and silver spire.
Valen traced the way back home,
In circles inked on secret tome.
Dino stared where bright skies burned,
Knowing nice views mean trouble earned.
For heaven smiles with open hands,
Then buries knives beneath the sands.

[Verse 4]
In Arvandor’s enchanted green,
They tried their best not to be seen.
High Jinks became a twilight fox,
While Dino’s elf act shook the rocks.
Leydrick clanked with holy care,
Rigg rang bells from who-knows-where.
A glowing watcher turned aside—
Somehow the lie survived.

[Final Hook]
Raise the sail, let the green seas roar,
Through heaven’s back door once more.
Gold in the hold, crown in the dark,
A cursed little whisper with a bite and a bark.
Sing low, sing high, let the wild winds soar,
We’re bound for the Choir Master’s door.

[Outro]
Five shadows stand where starlight streams,
Before the land of deathless dreams.
The crown still calls, the songs still pour,
And trouble waits behind the door.
So tune the lute and mark the score—
We’re bound for the Choir Master’s door.