A whispering wind whips over the salty boards

And we hear the gentle lapping of the waves

The bay where sea dragons guard their precious hoards

And three nights ago was awash in terrible flames

A drunken sailor stumbled from the place of vile drink

And walked home with a headache he could barely handle

The alcohol tossed him so his head could hardly think

And carelessly he threw upon a pile of wood his tallow candle

Fire quickly rose up and flamed with zeal

Doom was spelt for families already sleeping

Heaven could their souls take, repair and heal

But the devil took their bodies, and those he was keeping

Soon the fire spread, and with it came the fear

Of dying a horrific death and they quickly ran

Fate would have it that night that invaders took their spears

And the flames of death more and more were fanned

That was three nights ago, the town still is smoking

And charred carcasses lay as feed for the crows

Even so the survivors keep on hoping

That their fate will not be like those