[Growl]
Call me Winterstraw
Mere passenger of the Glen Carrig
Preparing to meet so great a storm
As might well fill the heart with

[Clear]
For now it was being slow and oily black
Against the mighty redness of the sky

[Growl]
One quarter of the sky -
A mighty arc of blood - red fire
Doesn't matter who you are
Within the element's fierce ire

[Growl]
The sun, a great full moon
Pale and slightly monochrome
For it appeared to crest
The black cloud like red foam

[Clear]
The sea was all blown up
Into vast clouds of dust
Like froth and I knew
The storm was upon us
[Growl]
No man heard aught of the thunder
The storm's roar made all else silent
Trying to burst our boats asunder
And my memory recalled the distant island