Tides of Mercy - The Hymn of the Water Wraiths

We were bound by the weight, by the deep below,

The tithes we owe, the price we can’t show.

The waters churn, the silence screams,

But we’re drowning in debts and broken dreams.

The High Lord’s gaze is sharp and cold,

A threat that echoes, bitter and bold.

We can’t repay, we can’t make right,

And the price of our sins pulls us into the night.

Tides of mercy, can you hear our plea?

In the depths of darkness, set us free.

We can’t repay what we cannot give,

Will you let us live? Will you let us live?

Our hearts beat in the waves, soft and slow,

Afraid of the storm, afraid of the foe.

Vows undone, trust worn thin,

Caught in the tide of what might have been.

Her voice like a whisper, soft in the storm,

Forgiving the past, a heart reborn.

A debt erased, a future found,

In the mercy of her voice, we drown.

Tides of mercy, can you hear our plea?

In the depths of darkness, set us free.

We can’t repay what we cannot give,

But in her grace, we begin to live.

No more shadows, no more chains,

The weight is lifted, we break the reins.

A hand to lift us from the tide,

In her forgiveness, we’ve survived.

Tides of mercy, can you hear our plea?

In the depths of darkness, set us free.

We can’t repay what we cannot give,

But in her grace, we begin to live.

In the quiet of the waters, we are new,

Forgiven, reborn, and rising through.

Tides of mercy, flowing fast,

We’ve found salvation—when the tides turn, we’ll last.