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.