Rain, through the sky does slash,
And Lightning makes a fearsome flash.
Thunder roars its mighty crash,
While Winds whip the sails and lash.
Rock rises up, our ship to dash.

Grey above the winds do whip,
Blowing astray our tiny ship.
Grey below the land does lie,
Though unseen by any eye.

Fierce rains hide the sight
Of any guiding star or light.
Fierce winds whip our sails
Throwing men against deck rails.

Rain, through the sky does slash,
And Lightning makes a fearsome flash.
Thunder roars its mighty crash,
While Winds whip the sails and lash.
Rock rises up, our ship to dash.

Men of passion hold the wheel
With desperation's strength and zeal.
Men of courage climb the mast,
Strike sails and lash them fast.

Down below some are told,
To secure the cargo in the hold.
Down beneath peaks start to rise,
Peaks where many a name-giver dies.

Rain, through the sky does slash,
And Lightning makes a fearsome flash.
Thunder roars its mighty crash,
While Winds whip the sails and lash.
Rock rises up, our ship to dash.

Mountains scrape on wooden hull,
Passengers, their fate do mull.
Mountain tall, the sailor strong
Rights the journey going wrong.

At last when safe past the peaks,
Our captain a landmark seeks.
At last he knows were we are;
Not Kratas, but fair Travar!

Rainbows light the sky today,
And the Lightning has gone away.
Thunder has a distant say,
While Winds escort us light and gay,
And Rock reflects the sun's bright rays.