Seafarer - Lethean

Sagas unsung for the slain

Eulogies written in water

Lost to memory any name would fade away

Like a dying candle flame

Darken not our doors, O wanderer

You know this doom is yours

Set a course for other shores, O seafarer

And may our bitter hatred fill your sails

Adrift to horizons unknown

Fated to wither in exile

Far away from homely halls and left behind

Is the solace of the past

Farther across the wine-dark sea

With not a star to guide the way

Icy the winds alluring me

To fall to Lethe’s endless sleep

Darken not our doors, O wanderer

You know this doom is yours

Set a course for other shores, O seafarer

And may our bitter hatred fill your sails

Ocean winds are singing an elegy morose

Laden with the bittersweet scent of smoke

Know that youth is spent, and greyer days await

Harken to the sullen sound of rain weeping heavy tears