Sang by the crew of The Hellbound Mistress.

Oh the tide rolls in with a sigh and a moan,
When Lyrikai sails, we're never alone.
Her hips sway like waves and her gaze is a snare,
A man's lost at sea when he's tangled in there.

So drink, lads, drink-let the lanterns burn low,
We've seen how she moves when the night starts to glow.
With a kiss like warm rum and a grip like the tide,
She'll have you ashore beggin' just for the ride.

Her voice is a whisper that curls in your ear,
Promisin' pleasures the gods wouldn't hear.
Her touch is the heat in the cold ocean spray,
The sin you can't shake 'til your last dying day.

So drink, lads, drink-let the lanterns burn low,
We've seen how she moves when the night starts to glow.
With a kiss like warm rum and a grip like the tide,
She'll have you ashore beggin' just for the ride.

Her cabin's a tempest, her beds like the deep,
Where promises bite and your secrets don't sleep.
She'll strip you to nothing with just a sly grin,
And teach you new prayers to the saints made of sin.

So drink, lads, drink-let the lanterns burn low,
We've seen how she moves when the night starts to glow.
With a kiss like warm rum and a grip like the tide,
She'll have you ashore beggin' just for the ride.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 982 AF.