SOLACE - Dead Sailors Dream (The Brink LP)

Dead Sailors Dream - The Brink (LP)
2019 Blues Funeral Records

Cover Art by Paul Vismara
Cover Animation by Josh Warwick


Woe to the birds of the sea
As her figure in elm
Cleaves a wake in my dreams
With Death at the helm

Woe to the moon in the sky
And the tide she commands
We hold fast to the line
With blood on our hands

Down to the Devil where the darkest of the dead men go
Down to the deepest chasm where the Acheron flows
Down to the coldest fathom, frozen in a silent scream
Dashed apart on the rocks like the sailor’s dream

When the moorings are cut and the rudder is set
We will sew every inch of these sails with a stitch of regret
For what I am, my soul be damned

Till corruption shall gather my bones
May this grave be my home

Woe to the wind and the wave
To the heart hewn of oak
Hell is the wage of the grave
In in the boatman’s cloak

Down to the Devil where the darkest of the dead men go
Down to the deepest chasm where the Acheron flows
Down to the coldest fathom, frozen in a silent scream
Dashed apart on the rocks like the sailor’s dream

When the moorings are cut and the rudder is set
We will sew every inch of these sails with a stitch of regret
For God’s great plan, my soul be damned

There are ghosts in the break and the foam
And this grave is their home
Till corruption shall gather my bones
May this grave be my home