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Isle of No Map

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Lyrics

Intro

Hey-o

Hey-o

Hoist the black and row

Chorus

Down where the cold tide swallows the sun

Down where the drowned men march as one

We sail for the isle that no map knows

We sail till the salt wind splits our bones

Down where the cold tide swallows the sun

Verse 1

I bartered my name for a compass of iron

The witch took my shadow and laughed at the price

Three crows on the masthead were screaming my future

I sharpened my cutlass on rumor and ice

The fiddle begins and the dead start to listen

My crew are all grinning like wolves in a storm

No lantern no harbor no prayer for the morning

Just oars in the water and blood keeping warm

Chorus

Down where the cold tide swallows the sun

Down where the drowned men march as one

We sail for the isle that no map knows

We sail till the salt wind splits our bones

Down where the cold tide swallows the sun

Verse 2

The serpent beneath us uncoils like a question

It asks for a captain who answers in scars

I traded my compass for one honest monster

And hung all my omens from rusted-out spars

The lanterns go out but the stars are all liars

They promise me glory they promise me gold

My fiddle keeps playing though nobody's dancing

The deck is a graveyard the ocean is old

Pre-Chorus

Raise the flag raise the flag

Let the deep come claim its own

Raise the flag raise the flag

Every sailor dies alone

Chorus

Down where the cold tide swallows the sun

Down where the drowned men march as one

We sail for the isle that no map knows

We sail till the salt wind splits our bones

Down where the cold tide swallows the sun

Bridge

The kraken remembers my name

The storm keeps a ledger of wrongs

I came for the treasure I stayed for the flame

And the sea takes the rest of my songs

Breakdown

Row

Row

Row for the deep

Row

Row

Row for the deep

The drowned men sing

The drowned men sing

The drowned men sing me home

Chorus

Down where the cold tide swallows the sun

Down where the drowned men march as one

We sail for the isle that no map knows

We sail till the salt wind splits our bones

Down where the cold tide swallows the sun

Swallows the sun

Swallows the sun

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