Woe of Waters

Ríoghnach Locha Eachach

My life on the sea
Was sweet as could be,
The salt air, I felt in my bones
But now it is clear
That I belong here
And here I remain alone

My love, she is free
Far away from me
Her love, she surely denies
For why would she wait
For a sailor's heartache
When he might be in the skies

I'm sorry, my love
I am not above
But “I'll return,” I cannot say
My work, it is fierce
Far worse than your fears
So trust, it's better this way

The great serpent beast
Is cold and it feasts
Upon the poor desolate souls
Who travel the loch
And don't think twice to mock
The scourge that haunts wat'ry halls

I maintain my watch
In the hell that was wrought
By the beast I dare not name
So I rest alone
With only my bones
Below this cursed lake

Don't come near, my dear
Don't risk coming here
For Death swims swift in the waves
I'll see you again
When your time does end
Until then, I patiently wait

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