Black Tide Rising (Baba Yaga)

From beneath the water…

A silence breaks…

Something wakes…

Something ancient…

Something that should not rise…

Steel ships line the river like kings in a row

Cannons flash fire, but they don’t even slow

We thought iron would hold, we thought we were strong

But the water turned black where the nightmare belongs

Boots on the deck, hands shaking in time

Smoke in our lungs, but the sky still won’t cry

Then the tide split open like a wound in the deep

And something began that the world couldn’t keep

Legs like towers crushing the shore

Steps echo louder than cannon or war

We fire at shadows, we scream into flame—

But nothing we hit is the thing we can tame

Black tide rising—hear the iron scream!

Baba Yaga walking through a broken dream!

We fire and fall, but she won’t kneel!

Legs of a titan made of nightmare steel!

Black tide rising—through the Thames she crawls!

London watches as the empire falls!

We stand and fight but we cannot win—

When the monster beneath begins to swim…

Airships descend with their bombs in the sky

Blades and fire raining down from on high

But every strike tears the titan’s skin wide

And something inside it begins to slide

Blisters erupt like a fevered hive

Open too much, now the dead come alive

Winged horrors spill from the wounds it sustains

From a god that devours its own broken frame

We aimed at the beast but we opened the door

Now the sky isn’t ours anymore

Every attack just makes it grow

Feeds the abyss we could never know

Black tide rising—hear the iron scream!

Baba Yaga walking through a broken dream!

Bombs fall down but the terror flies—

From every wound, something else arises!

Black tide rising—hear the city cry!

Steel meets flesh and the brave still die!

We struck the giant and lost control—

Now the nightmare has a thousand souls…

No prayers left… no saints to call…

Only shadows climbing the walls…

The river bends… the tower shakes…

The ground itself begins to break…

A voice like thunder under the skin—

“Why do you fight what you cannot win?”

Fire in the veins, iron in the blood

We built our walls but they drowned in the flood

Hit it again, but it multiplies

Open the wound and the darkness flies

From the channel deep to the city gates

We tried to fight but we sealed our fates

Not just a beast—it’s a living war

Every hit makes it hunger for more

Black tide rising—London burns tonight!

Baba Yaga steps into the fading light!

Iron falls and the guns go silent—

We tried to fight but the world went violent!

Black tide rising—hear the empire fall!

One last echo, one last call!

From the depths where nightmares spin—

The titan rises… and it wins…

From beneath the water…

Something remains…

Still walking…

Still rising…