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Medieval Tavern Song - Crimson Deep | DnD Tavern Music (Lyrics Video)

#dndmusic #medievaltavernsong #fantasyfolk #tavernsong #darkfantasy 🔔 Subscribe to BarrelBorn for more songs from the hearth: ‪@BarrelBorn‬ 🎲 Perfect for: A quest hook your players can't resist Mysterious NPC storytelling in the tavern Travel montage music with a dark edge DnD session background ambience 📜 LYRICS: There’s a map in the cellar that nobody buys, Drawn in the ink of a dead captain’s eyes. It points to an island of jagged black stone, Where the beaches are white—but they’re powdered with bone. They say there are pearls big as apples and red, Locked in the grip of the fathomless dead. But the wind is a liar, the compass will spin, And the sea only cares about what she can win. You can hoist up the mainsail and batten the hatch... But who sails the Crimson Deep? Who wakes the waters from sleep? There’s a beast in the brine with a terrible jaw, Who answers to hunger and knows of no law. Oh, the wealth of an empire is resting below, But the tax on the living is a heavy undertow. So drink down your rum, lads, and tally the cost, It's a beautiful night to get lost. Old Silas went seeking the ruby-red shore, With a crew of three dozen and cannons galore. We found his ship drifting a fortnight ago, With gold in the hold, but no souls down below. Just scratch marks on timber, and salt on the breeze, And a bell ringing out for a ghost on the seas. Oh, the wind is a liar, the compass will spin, And the ocean demands that you pay for your sin. So sharpen your cutlass and stare at the foam... And sail to the Crimson Deep! Go wake the waters from sleep! There’s a beast in the brine with a terrible jaw, Who answers to hunger and knows of no law. Oh, the wealth of an empire is resting below, But the tax on the living is a heavy undertow. So drink down your rum, lads, and tally the cost, It's a beautiful night to get lost. It’s a madman’s voyage. A sinking ship. With the taste of the brine on a freezing lip. I’ll take your wagers. I’ll keep your gold. Cause dead men don't spend when the water runs cold. So sail to the Crimson Deep! Go wake the waters from sleep! There’s a beast in the brine with a terrible jaw, Who answers to hunger and knows of no law. Oh, the wealth of an empire is resting below, But the tax on the living is a heavy undertow. So drink down your rum, lads, and tally the cost, It's a beautiful night to get lost. 🎨 All music and visuals are original creations by BarrelBorn.