The Silver of Danigau

Cold winds bite the Great Bay shore, Black waves claw the land, Silver sleeps beneath the hills And ships await command. Lantern light in harbor fog, Chains groan soft and low, Every keel that leaves the docks Sails from Danigau. Ho — the silver down below, Ho — the cold winds blow, Mine the dark and sail the storm, For Danigau. Ho — the coin and iron law, Ho — the banners show, Gold for those who brave the deep, From Danigau. Deep below the mountain roots The hammer never sleeps, Every strike of iron steel A silent fortune keeps. Men grow old beneath the rock, But still the wagons go, Heavy with the shining ore Bound for Danigau. Ho — the silver down below, Ho — the cold winds blow, Mine the dark and sail the storm, For Danigau. Ho — the coin and iron law, Ho — the banners show, Gold for those who brave the deep, From Danigau. Erik Danig walks the quay Where dark tides rise and fall, A merchant's mind, a captain’s hand, The sharpest eye of all. Steel for thieves and gold for trade, Both he’s known to throw, Such is how a Brecht lord rules In Danigau. Ho — the silver down below, Ho — the cold winds blow, Mine the dark and sail the storm, For Danigau. Ho — the coin and iron law, Ho — the banners show, Gold for those who brave the deep, From Danigau. Storms may break the northern mast, And drown the reckless crew, But those who sail for Danigau Know what silver’s due. For where the mines and oceans meet The hard winds always blow — Only the bold grow rich and old In Danigau.