in the Spring of 606 there was a charter that was missed
at midnight torn illumination soft breeds of dust on the common hue
the Viking ship was in port through cascading skies filled with a soft reply
common gestures of quaint company looms in the yard
in the distance the parting of friends
as they loosely wander to discover a breed of value in disorder
chosen men reclaimed the destiny's lodge out at the sea
through the claim of common dignity in flight we shall see

whispers in each parting vessel a trophy to behold
our destination was out to sea bringing along the misery
shattered dreams flirting by its means in such an evil scene
pirates that surrendered their booty to dishonor beneath the flames
an alabastor jar filled with ointment was left of the ship
sea hags with wretched cordial bias

now we were sit to sea...