Celtic Storm -

Black clouds come rolling, weather is charging like a nightmare

Fear turns to panic, and there’s no safe place to hide

Givin' no fair warning, caught up in this riptide

Shallow breath now you’re drowning, rocks and monster waves collide

Thunder shakes the ground, lighting snapping through the heavens

Hail, wind and water, a dark army they surround

Celtic storm is upon us, demon gusts deadly dancing

Batten down them hatches, pray for morning’s early rise

Churning foam port and starboard, mast’s moans heighten terror

First mate screaming orders, they’re swallowed by the howls

Down below sailors huddle, silent mutters to absent angels

Hope disappears like moonlight, the galley echoes dooming growls

Calm falls like a ghost, the brine settles a scolded child

Topside to see the stars, the hereafter’s knowing smile

Swabbies cry out in triumph, believe clearing conquered chaos

Long to see a harbor, land loving for a while

The depths cradle, now peaceful, but can’t fight the eerie feeling

Sails begin to flap, something wicked on it’s way

Mist and fog in the crows nest, last prayers all but given

Rally to your feet, boys, the devil’s come back to play

From the stern returns the fury, the eye closes to the struggle

The bows men now overboard, this clipper pays at such a cost

Five more salties go a-missing, taking too much unholy water

Can’t feel the deck below them, 58 souls now are lost

Disappear below the surface, faint cries slip away forever

On down to Captain Jones, they’re committed to the deep

The gaels cackle to the cliffs, Celtic storm whips wild with its anger

Makes the ocean lunge and dive, while forever the haunted sleep