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