Woe

 

I drift the stormy seas at Normans Woe
Where cold of winter sings its lonely song
And covers me within a veil of snow
And asks me if I'd like to sing along

With somber waves that roar throughout the night
In rising swells that carry me away
To sing the mournful verses of the plight
Of all the broken ships who lost their way

Who cried for light to lead them through the squall
Or steady hand to hold the rudder true
I swear that I can hear the mournful call
Of people being tossed about the blue

As violently their ships are torn apart
To leave a life that's hanging on the brink
In angry seas that seem to have no heart
As slowly I can feel their spirits sink

To lie within the dark eternal deep
Where lonely songs of woe are put to sleep