Singer: Daniel Droste [Growl] Call me Winterstraw Mere pa**enger of the Glen Carrig Preparing to meet so great a storm As might well fill the heart with [Clear] For now it was being slow and oily black Against the mighty redness of the sky [Growl] One quarter of the sky - A mighty arc of blood - red fire Doesn't matter who you are Within the element's fierce ire [Growl] The sun, a great full moon Pale and slightly monochrome For it appeared to crest The black cloud like red foam [Clear] The sea was all blown up Into vast clouds of dust Like froth and I knew The storm was upon us [Growl] No man heard aught of the thunder The storm's roar made all else silent Trying to burst our boats asunder And my memory recalled the distant island