
Isle of No Map
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- dark
- male vocalist
- fantasy metal
- fantasy
- energetic
- good artist
- hybrid
- epic
- experimental
- drums
- fiddle
- upbeat
- deep
- pirate metal
- darksynth
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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