Stakes at Low Tide - Gandalf's Fist

Stakes at low tide, you’ll see

Run aground comfortably

Don’t sleep, never die

A sigh from deep will rise

Hunted down, rampent tide

Don’t you see the moon will rise

Sing now, come what may

Tonight the beast be slain

Stake down, Flooding tide

As you sleep you hear no rhyme

It swims towards first-light

We hunt our pray tonight

Morning breaks across the sand

Loud cries and clapping hands

Crimson-soaked crashing waves

We pray our lives be saved

Dragon speared amidst the stakes

A frightful scream does make

For three days Dragon pained

The serpent now be slain