Stormlord

A common sea shanty sung about the Storm Lord, Vorlen

"Come gather, ye laddies, I’ll tell you a tale
Of the king of the sea and his thunderin' gale,
A-sailin’ we was out of harbor come late
When I saw me the clouds takin’ humanly shape!

(Chorus) 
And avast, ye laddies and look to the skies
Or the storm that’s a-brewin’ll be your demise!
‘Cause the winds can be harsh, boys, the waves can be tall,
But there’s nothin’ but death, boys, when Stormlord a’calls!

Taller’n mountains and wider’n lakes
The Rider of Storms smashes hulls till they break
So we all trim the mainsail and batten the hatch
'Cause we'll all meet our maker 'fore he meets his match!

(Chorus)
And avast, ye laddies and look to the skies
Or the storm that’s a-brewin’ll be your demise!
Cause the winds can be harsh, boys, the waves can be tall,
But there’s nothin’ but death, boys, when Stormlord a’calls!"