Remote deep Waters roaring on that rocky Shore,
this Vortex many Sailors worrying,
now seaweeded Grave of Elenore.
Mourning for my mellow Sweet, while chill Sprays are soar
...my Tears want never ending...

After my last Beat of Anger past, I rode back to the Highland.
Eternally remembers me that Words I yell
like under Curse the trembling Island
Mountains, Moors and Forests under my Sweethearts Spell.

Feared I hold the Reins stronger, as Treecrowns Shadows
walling longer, and saw the Light and Near the Voice
gave me just one morbid Choice...told me of the Wonders
which every Night and Year to Year
against my rotten Cabin pounders

I found all my Treasures once in this Wife
now I feel she's back too get my Life
f don't belief in this Love anymore
(and weired I scream "Cursed be that Shore")