Mother of Nine

Lady of the Northern Seas,
Whose hair lies in the waving weed

The night is silent in the journey of the castaway
Unaware of the danger that lies beneath the waves
A route predestined since he crossed the sea
She dwells, inland
Feasting with those who succumbed to her call
Now She controls the passage
Reigns over the waters
That flow towards the end

Mother of the Nine
The Daughters of the Tide swallow the wretched
Mother of the Nine
The most feared if the Queen so wishes
Beware sailor that a storm is coming

Tears mingle with the wet hiding the pain
And The lies built the Net for the Mother of Nine
And the blood runs colder
Dragging you down to fill the void

Wind blows, shaking the sails
Rain pours undeterred as solid hail
"I made you my offer" he said
Last star left darkens under the haze

The Call; Net is tight
"Don't you dare compare yourself"
"You are flesh and flesh is meant to drown"
"Arrogant mortal"
"Follow the caresses of the Sisters"
"And take a seat in the feast of the missing"

Mother of the Nine
The Daughters of the Tide swallow the wretched
Mother of the Nine
The most feared if the Queen so wishes
Beware sailor that a storm is coming

And The lies built the Net for the Mother of Nine
And the blood runs colder
Dragging you down to fill the void

And the blood runs colder
Loneliness echoes into the void

Mother of The Nine
The Daughters of the Tide swallow the wretched



Credits
Writer(s): Duccio Pellati, Federico Leggeri
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