The water's colder than it should
In a vast blue nothing
The sea has opened the door
Here men become drunk with salt
And they bleed from their gums
Rope gives blister unto rough hand
And soft eyes catch each other
Wet mouths clash like elk
The sea never cared
Sometimes, wave can strip men naked of boat and oar
And forgets as quickly as they fall upon it
Heads on the surface scream out a siren song
Which were never real
It's beautiful and horrid
They don't understand, they think they can fight this
They think they can struggle until a damp end
To no avail
And they tantrum, and they cry, and they curse
So they find an ember deep in their belly
And use it to fight some more
In a single moment, it's dampened out
It never stood a chance
Fool's blood
King's blood
Blood on a maiden's thigh
Fool's blood
King's blood
Blood on a maiden's thigh
But chains for the bride and groom
Aye aye aye
Fool's blood
King's blood
Blood on a maiden's thigh