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The Log of the Northern Mariner:
The great serpent-prow of my ship, Wave-
Render, cleaves the nighted waters as wevoyage across this dark, icy sea, towards the unknown... Above, the bright winter's moonemerges a veil of cloud to cast its lucent rays upon us, and a clinging, supine sea-mistwrithes upon the midnight waves, swirled by the cool, whispering wind which catches ourgreat 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 usat the elder Isle of Mists... that grim and mystery-haunted place which beckons me to itsshadowed embrace, swathed in dark legendry and entwined in the mantle of ancientsorceries... and yet I must hearken to its ethereal call... for mayhap the gods decreed thisto be my final voyage...
Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudling
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