venturing into the unknown the waves crash and the cold wind roars widows to be they cry and moan set sail for far and distant shores unknown shapes surfacing from the abyss tentacles reaching out sea serpents hiss all mens got their own holy grail low born or noble cursed or blessed the reapers chosen wont prevail six hundred feet below they rest sinking slowly no one will know their fate passing the point of no return dreams crushed by the weight of the seas lanterns by night so lonely burn no way home for these absentees sinking slowly no one will know their fate sleeping soundly anchors upon their graves fettered by cold were my feet bound by frost in cold clasps where then cares seethed hot about my heart a hunger tears from within this sea weary soul this the man does not know for whom on land it turns out most favourably how i wretched and sorrowful on the ice cold sea dwelt for a winter in the paths of exile bereft of friendly kinsmen hung about with icicles hail flew in showers there i heard nothing but the roaring sea the ice cold wave the shadows of night darkened
['hurdy-gurdy', 'nordic folk metal', 'swedish doom metal']