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Quiet! Quiet! Quiet my love!

Though the storm clouds gather above

Let me lash your helm to my glove

– The tempest is waking

Flames are dancing in the far distance

Wanton sprites in electric resistance

I fear I’ll wear out these frayed wristbands

– I feel you shaking

Heightening, frightening, thunder and lightning

Thriving, striving, the waves send us diving

Grinding, winding, the freezing sleet blinding

– Each sinew quaking

Mighty, mighty heaven is louring

Rising, rising, wave on wave towering

Crippling, crippling fear all-devouring

  – The gale, it enfolds us

Quiet! Do I hear the boards splinter?

Is this foul sound the cracking of timber?

The rigging’s ripped from the mast's burst cylinder

– May God hold us!

Hang on!

Hell, it holds us

Pulls us down

All will die

The end is nigh

Turned and tossed

All is lost!

Tempest, tempest! Hell, it holds us

Tempest, tempest! Pulls us down

Tempest, tempest! Hell enfolds us

Tempest, tempest! Drink or drown

Respite, my love: you withstood the storm!

Though your hull is shattered, each canvas torn

We may make it until the morn

– What greater curse takes form?

Hell from above

Hell waits below

Torrents tear us

Limb from limb

Heaven spare us

Drink or drown

Sink or swim

All goes down!

Tempest, tempest! Hell, it holds us

Tempest, tempest! Pulls us down

Tempest, tempest! Hell enfolds us

Tempest, tempest! Drink or drown