Emily Axford - I'll luck Henry

Become that sea for 31 days
Our sails hang limp, and our winds don't blow
Far from home; the dark and the glaze
Eatin the eats we pull from the hull

Thanks to ill luck Henry: cursed sailor
Why'd we bring on this voyage, he?!
Ill luck Henry wretched omen
He shan't be allowed at sea

The scurvy stings and the krackens close in
2 Point south of the starboard bow
One wrong move could stove us in
Batton down the hatch for a fearful row

Ill luck Henry; cursed sailor
He never should have left the shorе
Ill luck Henry; hopeless lovеr
Lets toss him overboard

The gathering storm is a menacing sight
Strike the sails
All hands on deck
Side by side, we stand and fight
To avenge Arina, and olet

Ill luck Henry; Badass Blade
He might just keep his promise made
Ill luck Henry; first third mate, fearsome with his trusty shade
Ill luck Henry; Fortune made
He might just keep his promise made
Ill luck Henry; blessed fate
He might just save the day