"Journey To The Isle Of Mists (Over The Moonless Depths Of Night-Dark Seas)" by Bal-sagoth

[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 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 no t
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 ma
yhap the gods decreed this to be my final voyage...

[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Jonny Maudling]