Departure Towards a Nautical Curse - Carach Angren

The crew froze as he wiped the blood off on his coat

And threw the helmsman ruthlessly overboard

In defiance of

The storm that kept them anchored for so long

He swore an oath to forfeit right and wrong

Irreverent he cussed loudly

I will round the cape

Even if I have to sail until doomsday

Their petrified facial expressions could tell

Their master was like a devil on this floating piece of hell

There and then he

Gave the signal of departure

Make sail and weigh the hook

And so they left the harbor

Hear the easter bells tolling

Through the roaring sound of a rough sea

Accompanied by the sight of a ship sailing towards her destiny

What a spectacle of blasphemy

There was no rejoice after his mad choice

Sails were lost decks were flooded

And lightning turned their ship into a coal black carcass

Anxiety replaced vainglory

The storm died down but a sinister shroud of darkness remained

For the daylight came no more

Floating in unending dusk adrift on liquid ground

Months went by and land was never found

Food supplies putrefied and pestilence broke out

Suicide became routine some chose suspension

Others jumped and drowned

The dead were sown in hammocks

And disposed of in the sea buried in a watery grave

After a short ceremony

The crew froze as he left his cabin with knife and gun

Slaughtering what was left of them one by one

There was an evil murderous glimpse in his eyes

By the time he was done

The ship was desecrated by death and demise

Van Der Decken lashes himself to the wheel

Swearing at Christ

I shall not yield all at once a new

Storm rose and lightning struck

The top mast broke off impaling him

A shard of the crest piercing his chest in a standing position

Nailed to the deck

And so a man dies

And a ghost resurrects