Laga, Ragalor - Not Always Brave

Black Above…
Black Below…
One Voice Cried, “Forward!”
One Answered, “No!”
I Buried Sons Beneath The Foam
I Will Not Crawl In Shame Back Home
Let Old Bones Ache, Let Black Winds Rave
I Choose The Storm, Not A Quiet Grave
If The Deep Still Wants My Name
Let It Tear Me Through The Rain
That Is Not Courage—That Is Pride
And Pride Will Drown The Souls Beside
Survival Is Not Cowardice