| Oakhelm - Immram
Upon the waves the ancient's graves
Through tempest, thirst and plague
Beneath the sky of the maters eye
So grey, we sail for Eire
Blind embarking in purple twilight
Westward through the night
A shore to be reached
A battle besieged inside
In darkness the fearful sat
Beside themselves without a pride
A greater power guided, challenged,
Guarded the thresholds of their minds
Lost are we who bask in comfort
Away from pain and strife
To reconnect, electrified
By tales told in the pale moonlight
And then an island came in sight
A weary crews heart filled with light
Until a scent of death blew east
Bones strewn the shore for a ravens feast
Our ship was thrown into the rocks
Impaling three on boney docks
Perhaps our fate was to be late
A grave at sea merciful would be
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