The Horn Of The Leviathan - Bard Music

Welcome to the Lucky Bard Inn. Take a seat by the fire, let the world slow down for a moment, and enjoy the tale carried by tonight’s song. Stories of distant lands, wandering heroes, forgotten beasts, and songs that travel farther than their singers await you here. If you enjoyed the song, consider subscribing and returning to the inn for future tales. Lyrics are included below for those who wish to follow the story more closely. This channel uses digital tools as part of the creative process, with the goal of bringing atmospheric music and storytelling to life. Thank you for listening, traveler. Lyrics: [Verse 1] He walked from the pines at the edge of the world Hide on his shoulders The dawn in his hair Old scars on his hands like a cartographer’s map Every line a reminder of somewhere he’d dared They whispered his name where the cliff-rivers fall Said the sea bent aside when it tasted his spear But the harbor tonight held a thunder below And the nets came up shredded All tangled in fear [Chorus] So raise your eyes to the teeth of the tide Where the black waves break and the white gulls cry There a hunter stands and he will not flee He was born for the mouth of the endless sea Foam flies high But the deep will yield To the iron of his heart and the bite of his steel [Verse 2] The moon cut a path on the ink of the bay Boats rocked like cradles Their lanterns gone pale From the trench From the dark where the sun never lands Something old rolled its coils like a storm-taking sail Eyes wide as beacons A jaw like a gate Scales catching starlight in shattered green glass It rose with the wrecks tangled under its fins Every year Every oar it had pulled to its mass [Chorus] So raise your eyes to the teeth of the tide Where the black waves break and the white gulls cry There a hunter stands and he will not flee He was born for the mouth of the endless sea Foam flies high But the deep will yield To the iron of his heart and the bite of his steel [Bridge] [Violin surges into a sharp Circling motif Bodhrán and bass lock into a galloping pulse that tightens Then drops just before the next line] It struck like a mountain torn loose from the reef All whirlpool and shadow and barnacled bone But he planted his feet on the breath of the spray Met the crash Met the cold Met the abyss alone The first thrust bit shallow on barn-covered hide The next found the seam where the armor gave way Through the churn Through the roar Through the salt in his eyes He drove and he drove till the dark turned to gray [Verse 3] At dawn Crimson trails laced the slackening waves Gulls traced slow circles where thunder had been The beast sagged and rolled A defeated Vast hill While he stood on its spine with the wind at his chin He severed one horn from its crown of rough bone Heavy and curved like a crescent of night Strapped it firm to his back as the shoreline drew near With the tide at his heels and the world full of light [Chorus] So raise your eyes to the teeth of the tide Where the black waves break and the white gulls cry There a hunter walks and he does not bow For the lord of the deep lies humbled now Foam lies still And the sea must yield To the iron of his heart and the bite of his steel [Outro] Now over the harbor that once shook with dread Hangs a pale Hollow horn like a frozen Curved moon Children point up where it gleams in the rain And they speak of the day when the deep met its doom