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Cheat Death

An original song created by Black Keel Covenant, an AI-generated music project blending old-world imagery with modern rock and shanty influences.

Music & vocals: AI-generated
Lyrics & Concepts: Original
Artwork: AI-generated

This song is not associated with any real artist, band, or label.

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Verse 1
Night fell hard like a verdict read,
No stars left, just the roar ahead,
We tied ourselves to the living wood,
Not out of hope - but for our good.

No one preached and no one sang,
Only breath and iron rang,
If God was near, He hid His face,
Left us with work to earn our place.

Chorus
So stand, you wretches, skin to skin,
The storm don’t care who’s sinned,
If there’s a prayer still worth the breath,
It’s hold the line and cheat the death.

Verse 2
A man went down and we hauled him back,
Hands bled red through the tar and slack,
Didn’t ask if his soul was clean,
Just pulled like hell between the screams.

The sea kept count of every flaw,
Every oath broke, every silent law,
But the rope held fast where belief did not,
And that was grace—whether named or not.

Chorus
So stand, you wretches, skin to skin,
The storm don’t care who’s sinned,
If there’s a prayer still worth the breath,
It’s hold the line and cheat the death.

Bridge
The ship groaned low like a dying saint,
Paint peeled off like a sinner’s skin,
Faith wore thin, but the knots stayed true,
And we held on harder than we knew.

No angels came, no guiding light,
Just men refusing the sea’s claim that night,
If mercy lived, it lived in hands,
Raw and shaking—but they still stand.

Verse 3
By dawn the storm had taken its tithe,
One less voice still counted alive,
We marked the spot with a quiet nod,
Didn’t say his name—just trusted God.

Not the God of gold or promised peace,
But the one who watches and doesn’t intervene,
Who leaves us bound to wood and bone,
To save each other—or die alone.

Final Chorus
So stand, you wretches, when the waves confess,
They’ll take what’s weak and test the rest,
If heaven’s real, it’s far from here
We live by grit, by will, by fear.