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Davy Jone's Crew (Or "Dead Men rules the wave" - i was very unsure about the Title)
is a shanty for the Undead Pirate Party with a driving beat.
#pirate #piratesongs #shanty
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Everything started with my Roleplaying Character "Peacock the bard" and telling his story in some songs. To share them with my dungeonmaster and the other players - I started a youtubechannel. Perhaps some other roleplayer would like the songs, or some Dungeonmasters could use them for their campaigns...
Then my character got "the Devil`s Fiddler" - (there ara songs about how that happened), and some songs got real popular on youtube (from my point of view.. more than 100 people listend to one song).
The next step was the Idea of my Dungeonmaster that Mephistopheles would like to make a Motto Party about undead Pirates.. and the channel "explodet"..
(It was great fun - 97 Followers - and I waited for the magical ONE HUNDRED - then: two followers left.. WHYYY? Big drama.. )
It was (and is) great fun, to experiment with youtube, and find out, how to feed the almighty algorithm. So I decided to go another step further, and send (some of) my songs to a distributor.. and feel like a rockstar ;)
So I hope you enjoy the music here just like me ,
and I also would enjoy some feedback - If you like
about what you like , what you dislike, or what you like to tell me.
Thanks for listening
Peacock the Bard
Lyrics:
The fog rolls in, a shroud of grey, the ship bell tolls its knell
A shiver runs down yer spine today, a tale the old salts tell
Of pirates cursed, their spirits bound, beneath the ocean deep
Now risen from the watery grave, their vengeance they will reap
Davy Jones' crew, a ghostly crew, their eyes like burning coals
They sing a song that chills you through, and steals away your souls
Heave ho, heave ho, the dead men come for thee
No land nor sky can offer you, a place from them to flee
Their sails are ripped, their rigging groans, the Dutchman cuts the tide
They search for souls to fill their bones, where mortal men reside
With rotting flesh and seaweed hair, they wield their cutlasses cold
No mercy shown, no second prayer, their hunger takes its hold
Davy Jones' crew, a ghostly crew, their eyes like burning coals
They sing a song that chills you through, and steals away your souls
Heave ho, heave ho, the dead men come for thee
No land nor sky can offer you, a place from them to flee
The moon hangs low, a sickly glow, the waves they crash and roar
The living hear the pirates' woe, a song that chills them to the core
They scramble for their weapons, fear etched on every face
But cannons fire brings naught but tears, against this spectral chase
Davy Jones' crew, a ghostly crew, their eyes like burning coals
They sing a song that chills you through, and claim your trembling souls
Heave ho, heave ho, the dead men claim their prize
No land nor sky can offer you, escape from them to flee
The holy chants, the crosses raised, a flicker in the night
But hope is fleeting, quickly dazed, by endless, chilling blight
The bells they toll, a mournful sound, the pirates' laughter rings
The living fall, dragged down, now bound, to serve the spectral kings
Davy Jones' crew, a ghostly crew, their eyes now brightly gleam
Their song of death, forever true, a never-ending scream
Heave ho, heave ho, the dead men rule the waves
No land nor sky can offer you, a life beyond the grave
The fog remains, a chilling shroud, the Dutchman sails the sea
A constant fear, a silent vow, of what is meant to be
For Davy Jones' crew, forever strong, will claim what they desire
So lock your doors and sing your song, for they'll return on waves of fire
Davy Jones' crew, a ghostly crew, their eyes now brightly gleam
Their song of death, forever true, a never-ending scream
Heave ho, heave ho, the dead men rule the waves
No land nor sky can offer you, a life beyond the grave