Cracking the Rock

Words by Brook Wavestrider, set to music by Brandr Gunnarson

Black Rock watches, eyeing all who pass
Ships come and go, daring to trespass
Fat little sheep
Hope the wolves sleep
But Tidewater’s lord sails right up their

ASK me to sail home
I’ll say to you nay
I’ll follow the sweet trade
’Til my dying day!

Tidewaters lords, each one is a wit
Rising from nothing, proving they’re fit
Doing great things
But Hurricane Kings
Still need to squat when they take a

SHE tells me come home
I say to her nay
I’ll follow the sweet trade
’Til my dying day!

Chelish dogs and devils, lurk at the Rock
Tradeships and pirates, all stay at their dock
One Boot sailed up
Had a bite and a cup
Then grabbed Cyan Kain, and kicked him in the

COQuettes and strumpets
All beg me to stay
But I’ll sail the waves
‘Til my dying day!
I’ll follow the sweet trade
’Til my dying day!

Cracking the Rock

Sinking Ships Cidwin Khazaar