The Recompense of Corsair Cove

For those who are left behind,
there they will be confined
until the dreaded hands of fate
see fit to open that great gate

The singing of their mournful sorrows
tell the sweet tale of forgotten tomorrows
while their hearts year of days past
they are bound by the die that fate has cast

When a maid of hair ever bright
and a soul upon a new height
then they shall be free
and take to the sea

For those that have been trapped
They shall rapt
For their days alone will have come to an end
and their souls they will amend.