Letras de Canciones de Bal Sagoth
Journey to the Isle of Mists

The Log of the Northern Mariner: 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
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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 not 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 mayhap the
gods decreed this to be my final voyage... Lyrics:
Byron Music: Jonny Maudling