Merciless storm from the north I presume
Lashes this vessel scheming its doom
As I write you this letter my fingers are cold
We will not make it home - or so I'm told
Darling, be patient, I'll swim if I must
Defy whichever deity unjust
For you, Lenore
Fires are lit at the harbor of Naryon
The Barinthus sails on
(chorus)
Wait for me at the harbor of Naryon
The Barinthus sails on (Over the treacherous sea)
The fires are lit at the harbor of Naryon
The Barinthus sails on (A widow she'll be)
Fall - beneath the waves (No!)
And then sleep
The harbor is far
And the ocean is deep

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