
an honoured memory to the mistress of the sea
by John Bruce
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - resonant double bass ostinato, soft lute arpeggios, distant thunder rolls, solemn male baritone]
Waves like iron fists descend,
Salt and fury kiss the sky,
Lightning cracks the firmament,
Yet still the mast stands high.
Honor rides the howling gale,
Courage answers every cry,
Through the tempest’s iron veil,
We face the storm or die.
[Chorus - full symphonic swell, thundersheet crashes, layered male choir, driving lute tremolo]
Raise the standard to the storm!
Let the heavens roar above!
Honor forged in thunder’s form,
Carved in lightning, sealed in love.
Through the deluge, through the night,
We remain, we do not flee—
Sons of thunder, born of light,
Sailing toward eternity.
[Verse 2 - intensified double bass, rolling timpani beneath, lute counter-melody, urgent baritone with choral echoes]
Foam like shattered crowns of white,
Spray that blinds the fearless eye,
Still the compass points to right,
While lesser vessels fly.
We who chose the raging deep,
Swear upon the salt and wave:
Honor is the price we keep,
The only coin we crave.
[Bridge - stripped symphonic strings, lone lute, muted thundersheet, intimate baritone with distant choir]
If the sea should claim our names,
Let it know we never bent;
Honor outlasts wind and flame,
A light no storm can rent.
[Final Chorus - explosive full orchestra, thundersheet climax, soaring choir, thunderous double bass]
Raise the standard to the storm!
Let the heavens roar above!
Honor forged in thunder’s form,
Carved in lightning, sealed in love.
Through the deluge, through the night,
We remain, we do not flee—
Sons of thunder, born of light,
Sailing toward eternity.