Mortal winter waft your breath
Unnerve the frozen seas
The raging winds bring signs of reckoning
As they whistle through the trees
“With my sword of wood, I rule my ship
And dock on enemy shores
Be aware all those around and near you
And your lands to the north”
The cold deep black
Anger of the waves
Seized you, my dear
“Cry not, I will be safe”
Trails of loam to walk barefoot
Our paths were paved with gold
A well overgrown with wild ivy
The altar of their plays
A chubby dork with no aims set
The right-hand of the hoon
He will take the spirit calling
For his greeding crave and needs
The shores in flames and I am forlorn
Long a line of oaks I die
Shores in flames, the fires at dawn
On these haunted shores I lie
The shores set aflame on malice intent
Of the joke of the allies
Shores in flames will light on the end
Of this tale of foolish spite
About this tale of sudden death
A sacrificial rite in need
The reaping winds are deafening
As they whisper through the trees
The shores in flames and I am forlorn
Long a line of oaks I die
Shores in flames, the fires at dawn
On these haunted shores I lie
The shores set aflame on malice intent
Of the joke of the allies
Shores in flames will light on the end
Of this tale of foolish spite
The cold deep black
Anger of the waves
Seized you, my dear
“Cry not, I will be safe”
The shores in flames and I am forlorn
Long a line of oaks I die
Shores in flames, the fires at dawn
On these haunted shores I lie
The shores set aflame on malice intent
Of the joke of the allies
Shores in flames will light on the end
Of this tale of foolish spite
On these haunted shores I lie
On these haunted shores