Carach Angren - The Course of a Spectral Ship текст песни

Lots of tears, months became years
Their mothers wept for many nights
Wondering if their sons died. Just when the grief
Became permissive and brief, tales of a ghost ship were
Spread… the same vessel where their brood found death
A craft made of mist, coursing in a timeless direction
This cadaverous sighting, causing mayhem through
Reflection. These dark words are whispered in the local
Hangout of our port. Sailors and captains sketching a ship’s
Hull with a black shape aboard. Robust dauntless sea-dogs
Speak with a frightened tone in their voice:
«Blue was the sky and the sun smiled at the crew
Then a storm came forth, moving swiftly from the north
Claps of thunder rumble, cold winds whining loud
A ghostly solstice, weeping thick tears from its dreary clouds
As if these raindrops awoke something from its sleep
Ticking on a liquid grave
To evoke a devilish ship from the sea
The rise of a haunting in the form of a demon vessel
Now this black ship veered it’s bow
Changing her course, sailing straight into our direction
Anxious seamen screaming out loud: Search for protection!
Right before it collides, a dark figure was seen
Standing on the prow with a black hound by his side
Surrounded by corpses. A sardonic smile
And a sinister glance in his eyes
No movement, not one single tremor was felt on board
This spectral ship sailed straight through our vessel
And our soul. The only thing we sensed was a bleak gust
A chill breeze… so cold."