Journey To The Isle Of Mists

Bal Sagoth
Album : Starfire Burning Upon The Ice Veiled Throne Of Ultima Thule

The great serpent prow of my ship, Wave Render, cleaves the nighted
waters as we voyage across this dark, icy sea, towards the unknown Above
the bright winter's moon emerges a veil of cloud to cast its lucent rays upon
us, and a clinging, supine sea mist writhes upon the midnight waves, swirled
by the cool, whispering wind which catches our great sail, pushing us onwards
ever onwards And beyond the tang of the darkling sea, the scent of night is
as strong and heady as a summer blossom I know no t what awaits us at the
elder Isle of Mists that grim and mystery haunted place which beckons me to
its shadowed embrace, swathed in dark legendry and entwined in the mantle of
ancient sorceries and yet I must hearken to its ethereal call for ma
yhap the gods decreed this to be my final voyage