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 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