Carach Angren - The Sighting Is a Portent of Doom lyrics

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 ghost-like 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-grandfather's 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 d**hs during fog-clad days and nights. The ship vanished as suddenly as it appeared. Should I feel fear? Was it even here?