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Off to the Stony Shore, a bitter wind, a silver moon
Sail on through the night, and take your cut or find your doom
In lands of salt and rock, we only reap what others sow
Hard men earn their place in glory's hall or graves below
We claim
Our right
We rule
By might
Land approaches east, fires bright against the black
Drum beats rend the night and blood runs hot, no turning back
My days have led me here, a boy before, a man today
Hard men rule the world, there is no choice, no other way
We claim
Our right
We raid
By night
Gather your swords, pick up your shields, ready your sacks
This is the time!
Harden your hearts, darken your minds, remember the drowned
Pick up your iron!
The battle fought and won, and fisherfolk are easy prey
I sit amongst the dead, my kin they all set sail away
I took the lives and copper, but dreams of honor are far gone
My past is on the sea, my future rises with the dawn
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released March 10, 2014
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