Words from the Rapha Continental video “Assynt”. Not all of this is 100%, and if you have a better version, or the real version, please feel free to let me know what is incorrect. Taken from listening to the track.

ASSYNT-

Low squall nine seven six, expected Irish Sea, nine seven seven, A length of Chaos Wild-

Over swamp or steep they went. Through straight, rough, dense and rare- With head, hands, wings, feet they pursued their way. Swim or sink, wade or creep-

Stunning sounds, voices, fears- They Toiled undaunted, nethermost tears- Thundering noise resides, deep darkness lies- 

The Legend goes among Inchnadamph, Macleod with bevel mining masonry for  Ardvreck Castle- For this the hand of daughter Eimhir-

Down the devil went, pulling the rocky crags from beneath the red headed hand of Eimhir making his search go deeper- Up Eimhir went with despair from the summit of the castle to the depths of Assynt-

Away, Cloottie, away-

Exhausted from labor, and raged by loss, Cloottie called on chaos- Bestow your bellows atop Inchnadamph- Many moons many storms flickered across the water. The mermaid of Assynt kept hidden by her loch- Betrayed by her father, forced to the deep-

When the loch runs high, the whispers continue- O’ for poor Eimhir weeps, the stillness of life on the land-

Dog pavilion chaos, wintery wasteful deep, Tyree automatic- Northeast seven showers nine miles, nine nine five, Rising slowly-

Spilling forth, over, rolling, descending, downwards- The fiery cavern calls- Lerwich, double two, double 0, 0, 0, eleven miles north, falling slowly-

Thunder Claps, fire cracks; sulfurous roar- Audnar merchant to Cape Wrath besieged. Bold waves tremble, rain squally showers- Dark and crude, moderate or good- Turning wintery far north, clearing later-

Hell Empty…All devils here.