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(Verse 1)
In the heart of the brine, where the waves they do roar,
There sails a great terror, to fear evermore.
Soran the silver, with scales gleaming bright,
She prowls 'neath the moon, in the dead of the night.

(Chorus)
Beware, all ye sailors, of Soran's might,
For she hunts skyships in the dead of the night.
With wind in her favor, and a gleam in her eye,
She'll claim all who dare 'neath her starlit sky.

(Verse 2)
When the wind starts to shift, and the compass spins wild,
Know Soran approaches, a predator styled.
She dances on currents, with grace like the gale,
And whispers of doom ride her stormy trail.

(Chorus)
Beware, all ye sailors, of Soran's might,
For she hunts skyships in the dead of the night.
With wind in her favor, and a gleam in her eye,
She'll claim all who dare 'neath her starlit sky.

(Verse 3)
So heed this dire warning, ye brave and ye bold,
When Soran is near, let your sails swiftly fold.
For though legends may say, escape is nigh naught,
With cunning and courage, escape can be wrought.

(Chorus)
Beware, all ye sailors, of Soran's might,
For she hunts skyships in the dead of the night.
With wind in her favor, and a gleam in her eye,
She'll claim all who dare 'neath her starlit sky.

(Chorus)
Beware, all ye sailors, of Soran's might,
For she hunts skyships in the dead of the night.
With wind in her favor, and a gleam in her eye,
She'll claim all who dare 'neath her starlit sky.
(End)