Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Wreck of the Hesperus” Colder, louder blow… the wind, a gale, Northeast. The snow fell, hissing in the brine and billows frothed as this raw beast. Down came the storm, we plead. Vessel, lacked in its strength. Shuddered, like a scared steed. Then leaped, waves at great length. Cold, so cold. Now, crew, our time to be bold, bold! Yeah, it’s no time to cower in fear. Yeah, even as the rage of the storm is here. Father, will we survive? Father, will we survive? Colder, this louder blow… the wind, a gale, Northeast. Snow fell, hissed in the brine and frothed as this raw beast. Oh, father! Father! Father! Father! Cometh the trampling surf to test courage and our worth as we sail the sea… vast, dark, unknown to thee. New birth, facing currents deep, this salt water filling me… this salt water filling me. Like a vessel of glass, she stove, then sank, to the depths, alas! New birth, facing the deep, this salt water filling me… this salt water filling me.