Spirits in Bondage - A Cycle of Lyrics #233338

Prologue<br><br>As of old Phœnician men, to the Tin Isles sailing<br>Straight against the sunset and the edges of the earth,<br>Chaunted loud above the storm and the strange sea's wailing,<br>Legends of their people and the land that gave them birth -<br>Sang aloud to Baal-Peor, sang unto the horned maiden,<br>Sang how they should come again with the Brethon treasure laden,<br>Sang of all the pride and glory of their hardy enterprise,<br>How they found the outer islands, where the unknown stars arise;<br>And the rowers down below, rowing hard as they could row,<br>Toiling at the stroke and feather through the wet and weary weather,