Upon the waves the ancient's graves

Thru tempest, thirst and plague

Beneath the sky of the maters eye

So grey, we sail for Eire



Blind, embarking in purple twilight

Westward, through the night

A shore to be reached

A batle beseached inside



In darkness the fearful sat beside themselves without a pride

A greater power guide, challenged, guarded the thresholds of their minds



And then an island came in sight

A weary crews heart filled with light

Until a scent of death blew east

Bones strewn for a raven's feast



Our ship was thrown into the rocks

Impaling three on boney docks

Perhaps our fate was to be late

A grave at sea, merciful would be



Fire...reigning from the sky

Water...endless brime

Air...parching, hot and dry

For earth we search and pray to find



Scorn...hungry and bleeding and left for dead

Hopeless...could we trust our minds?

Desperation...forced to feed upon the dead

Surely hell is on this earth!!



Staggering we reached the western shore

Dying we faced our every fear

Regret then was meaningless

Salvation! A three skinned boat appeared!



Now we flee the west, having passed our test

The horrors beckoned, 'join us' forever would we rest



But nay, to our land we shall return to pass the stories on,

For all to fear, but forever learn.