Widow Of The Fjord [STTZ Cloacina Event]

A tribute to Cloacina and all these red haired women! ========================================= "The sea took him... He never returned... The waves whisper his name... They are calling me..." I stood on the cliff in the wind, cloaked by the salty spray from below, His ship was a shadow, then gone, Swallowed by the northern foam. The ravens watched. The sea was still. My hands went cold. I felt the chill. He sailed to distant lands, to war, to fame, No grave was dug, nothing marked by his name! The sea took him from me, and still wants more, I am the Widow of the Fjord, still waiting at the shore! I sit by the fire each night, alone, I am waiting for him, To return to me, to finally come home, My heart feels heavy like a lump of stone. Sometimes, when it's bad, I dream, That I walk out when the tide is low, To join him in his watery grave, Drowned by the incoming flood and its undertow. Salt in my lungs, salt on my tongue -- I drink the tide until I'm numb. I wear the waves like funeral lace, The ocean looks like my lover’s face. They talk behind my back, Know of my deep-running pain, That I'm waiting for him in vain, That this sadness is driving me insane. My love sailed to distant lands, to war, to fame, No grave was dug, no-one to blame! The sea took him from me, and still wants more, I am the Widow of the Fjord, still waiting at the shore! When the wind is howling strong, I can hear his lifeless song, He is calling me, shouting my name, Wants me to join him in his salty domain. My man sailed to distant lands, to war, to fame, No grave was dug, he lost this game! The sea took him from me, and still wants more, I am the Widow of the Fjord, no longer waiting at the shore! The sea took him from me... And now it takes me too... I am coming my love... Our souls will be reunited once more...