Carach Angren "The Sighting is a Portent of Doom" (OV)

Carach Angren - The Sighting is a Portent of Doom
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In the age of electricity and oil
My tugboat ploughs through waveless liquid soil
Cruising at thirteen knots on a pitch black sea
There's a strange object on the radars
In front of me. Still nothing I can see
Just an open dreary sea...

Several attempts to contact that
What appeared to be the size of a ship
No response 'till I receive
Transmissions of hostile nature
These voices cursing my goddamn name
Hell, is this witchcraft or am I insane?

All of a sudden a dark silhouette
Ascends through ghostlike mist
While it comes closer, I recognize
The image of an old deserted ship

I am aghast at the sight of a derelict vessel
Sailing this awkward night, appearing like a black
Floating cadaver. There's not one single man aboard
Her torn sails cloaking her like a cobwebbed widow
Posing against this sad nightmarish horizon

The temperature suddenly dropped
My great-grandfathers clock, just ticking, now stopped
I am smothered by a sudden shroud of fear
For there's a ghost ship 'pon a funereal quest
With a black bird circling hypnotic
Around its rocking empty crow's nest

Fortunately this atrocious mystery sets sail away from me
Some sailors claim other seamen beheld such sights
Most died weird deaths during fog-clad days and nights
The ship vanished as suddenly as it appeared
Should I feel fear? Was it even here?