Laga, Ragalor — Not Always Brave

Black Above…
Black Below…
One Voice Cried, “Forward!”
One Answered, “No!”
I Buried Sons Beneath The Foam
I Will Not Crawl In Shame Back Home
Let Old Bones Ache, Let Black Winds Rave
I Choose The Storm, Not A Quiet Grave
If The Deep Still Wants My Name
Let It Tear Me Through The Rain
That Is Not Courage—That Is Pride
And Pride Will Drown The Souls Beside
Survival Is Not Cowardice
And Death Is Not Always Brave
No Glory Waits Beneath The Foam
No Honor Leaves The Crew Alone
Turn The Oar—Outlast The Night
Save Your People—That Is Might
Let Hollow Sagas Praise The Foam
Bring Every Living Sailor Home
You Fear The Years Have Dulled Your Blade
You Fear Your Legend Starts To Fade
So Every Wave Becomes A Test
To Prove Old Thunder In Your Chest
Look Behind—Those Lives Are Yours
They Trust Your Hands Through Broken Oars
A Chief Who Spends Them For His Pride
Has Lost His Name Before He Dies
The Wave Stood Black Above The Mast
Her Truth Struck Harder Than The Blast
To Turn Is Not To Kneel
To Yield Is Not To Break
The Wise Do Not Fight The Sea
They Turn And Ride Its Wake
No Hymn Can Warm A Wasted Breath
No Fame Can Cleanse A Foolish Death
Release Command—Let Pride Drown
True Strength Can Pass The Power Down
My Fingers Shook;
The Legend Cracked
I Saw The Lives Behind My Back
I Left The Oar And Faced Her Then
“Take Command—Bring Home My Men”
He Dropped The Pride He Could Not Tame
And Rose More Worthy Of His Name
Cut The Sail!
Ride The Fall
Rope To Hand!
Protect Them All
Not One Body For The Deep
Not One Name The Storm Will Keep
We Turned East—We Met The Dawn
Every Breath Kept Beating On
We Did Not Die For Pride That Day
We Lived!
That Was The Braver Way
Dawn Found My Pride Beneath The Foam…
At Dawn, I Turned The Longship Home…
No Death-Song Crossed The Morning Wave…
We Learned That Living Can Be Brave…