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[Sin and Sacrifice: The Final Hour]

Beating gales, crashing waves,

To lonely pier we make our way.

Up up, count gold to lose
N' down down we fall off the road.

Into the sound,

Into the cold,

We'll never grow hungry,

We'll never grow old!

So come, come, into our fold,

Oh li'l miss lassie you ought to well know,

Wherever you're lost,

We'll be there in tow.

It was a shanty her brother brought back from the docks. He liked dancing songs that sang about weeping, but she didn't, so he changed the last verse to earn her accompaniment. She didn't realize he'd still gotten his way until much later. (Stubborn brat.)

There were nicer choices, like melodies for spring blushes and meadowed roads. But this one alone had been carved for her, so that a child without claim still had music that spoke her name. Even if it wasn't theirs, and even if it's been reduced to a whisper in her dreams...what else is a home?

might touch up some things later, rn im just happy to be done LMAO

Description

[Sin and Sacrifice: The Final Hour]

Beating gales, crashing waves,

To lonely pier we make our way.

Up up, count gold to lose
N' down down we fall off the road.

Into the sound,

Into the cold,

We'll never grow hungry,

We'll never grow old!

So come, come, into our fold,

Oh li'l miss lassie you ought to well know,

Wherever you're lost,

We'll be there in tow.

It was a shanty her brother brought back from the docks. He liked dancing songs that sang about weeping, but she didn't, so he changed the last verse to earn her accompaniment. She didn't realize he'd still gotten his way until much later. (Stubborn brat.)

There were nicer choices, like melodies for spring blushes and meadowed roads. But this one alone had been carved for her, so that a child without claim still had music that spoke her name. Even if it wasn't theirs, and even if it's been reduced to a whisper in her dreams...what else is a home?

might touch up some things later, rn im just happy to be done LMAO