Gandalf's Fist - Stakes at Low Tide

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