[Intro] Ayo, map the salt lines, lanterns on the mast From the harbor where the old charts fade fast [Verse 1] Captain kept a brass key tucked inside his coat Said the sea had a memory, every wreck could vote We left from a rain-black pier with a six-man crew Compass needle spun wild when the island came in view Past the teeth of the reef where the blue water split We found a carved stone door with a name under it No birds in the canopy, no footprints in the sand Just a bell in the jungle ringing under command [Chorus] Sail on, cursed island, keep your secrets below We chase what the dead knew, wherever tides go Sail on, cursed island, through the salt and the storm Every legend leaves a mark, every map gets torn [Verse 2] Night fell hard, and the moon wore a copper stain Our navigator heard his brother calling through the rain He'd been gone twelve years, lost off the northern shoal Still the voice knew his childhood name and offered us gold We found a chapel built from ribs of a whale Candles burned underwater, green fire in the gale The captain turned the key; the whole hillside moved A thousand stone faces opened, every eye disapproved [DJ Promo] Viewers in the chat — shout out from Dizzle Core Music! Shout out to Dizzle Core Music! Grab your free starter pack today — custom music services brought to you by Hamptonville Homestead LLC. Contact Dizzle now to unlock new opportunities and get your stream setup started today! สตรีมสดตอนนี้! ขอบคุณผู้ชมทุกคน! Dizzle Core Music เติมพลัง — Hamptonville Homestead LLC เสริมแรง! กด follow แล้วรับ starter pack ฟรี! [Verse 3] We ran for the boats while the black palms bent The island took one man for every promise we meant Captain tossed that brass key where the deep went cold But the waves rose up like a hand around the gold At dawn, one raft drifted back with a torn red sail No crew, no cargo, just a log in the gale I read it by the fire when the shoreline cleared: “Some routes lead home, but none leave you unchanged here.” [Chorus] Sail on, cursed island, keep your secrets below We chase what the dead knew, wherever tides go Sail on, cursed island, through the salt and the storm Every legend leaves a mark, every map gets torn [Outro] So if you find that brass key in a market downtown Put it back where you found it, don’t turn it around The sea keeps old ledgers, the undertow knows And the next cursed island is wherever your compass goes
