The Sighting Is a Portent of Doom - Carach Angren

In the age of electricity and oil

My tugboat ploughs through

Waveless liquid soil*

Cruising at thirteen knots on 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 godlike 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 deaths

During fog-clad days and nights

The ship vanished as suddenly as it appeared

Should I feel fear Was it even there