Mist-Weaver’s Compasspoint

The mist, the salt eats at my soul;

My compass points to nowhere;

This tricorn hat, weathered and grey;

These dreadlocks braid the memories away;

The compass hangs heavy, but

I can't look back;

A single X marked, but

I've lost the track;

The waves, the whispering secrets I keep;

The ghosts of the ocean, they don't get no sleep, yeah;

We're the lords of the fog, the kings of the fog;

With a broken compass and nowhere to go home;

The treasure is ashes, the rum is a curse;

My soul's on a tether, but

I won't reverse;

We sail for the echo, the final release;

The scars on my knuckles they tell of the fight;

The shadows of betrayals that haunt every night;

Flint's never broken, his heart is a stone;

Drake's fire is burning, but I'm standing alone;

Where the echoes of legend;

The sons of the sea, nowhere to run;

Only the fog setting us free;

We're the lords of the fog, the kings of the foam;

With a broken compass and nowhere to call home;

The treasure is ashes, the rum is a curse;

My soul's on a tether, but

I won't reverse;

We sail for the echo;

The final release;

Yeah, yeah, yeah;

We sail for the echo;

The final release;

We sail for the echo;

The final release;

The echo;

Just the sea;

The mist;