The Deathship Has a New Captain
Album - 23 febbraio 2004 - Debaser id 113557

Since the beginning of time there was darkness - and with darkness came fear.
Through the slumber of aeons it could never be undone.
The dark, the wicked and sinister dwells in all of our minds and now the stars are right to welcome the grand representatives of horror in this time and age.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the portals of darkness are open and the dead hunt over the Earth... Here comes... The Vision Bleak

His breath fills the night,
the shadow arose!
No one by my side
No place to hide,
No road to flee,
the seed of the night,
sent from the sea...

Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth
by the cold moon's light.
In the moorland the mists rise up,
this is the Werewolf's night.

Twelve o'clock - the churchbells strike,
I hear the Wolfman's call.
His eyes are burning deamon-like,
this night he get's you all.

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright,
through the forests of the night,
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free,
from thy gruesome tyranny!

Oh, young fair maid, did you not see,
the moon is full tonight?
Run -don't walk- from the moorland, flee!
Before he is in sight...

To feast upon thy maiden flesh,
to eat thy heart and soul.
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright,
through the forests of the night,

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free,
from thy gruesome tyranny!

11:55
Almost midnight.
Enough time for one more story.

A small clipper ship drew toward land.
Suddenly, out of the night,
the fog rolled in.
They could see nothing,
not a foot ahead of them.
And then they saw a light.
My God, it was a fire burning on the shore.
Strong enough to penetrate the swirling mist.
They steered a course toward the light.
But it was a campfire, like this one.
The ship crashed against the rocks.
The hull sheared in two.
The mast snapped like a twig.
And the wreckage sank with all men aboard.
At the bottom of the sea
lay Elizabeth Dane with her crew,
their eyes open and staring into the darkness.
... lay Elizabeth Dane with her crew.

But it is told by fishermen
and their fathers and grandfathers
that when the fog return to Antonio Bay,
the men at the bottom of the sea,
out in the water by Spivey Point,
will rise up
and search for the campfire
that led them to their dark, icy death.

And above, as suddenly as it had come,
the fog lifted, receded back across the ocean
and never came again.

Twelve o'clock.
the 21st of April.

(c) "The Fog" by John Carpenter

Within the shadow of the arctic mounts of ice,
night had veiled the pole and darkness filled the sky.
The air was so cold - cutting our skin,

Freezing voices called us and the
winter winds did sing:
"Tekeli-li, Tekeli-li" through the night...

What ghoulish creatures brought 'em forth?
What sphere had opened wide?

"Tekeli-li, Tekeli-li" sounding through the air...

Where it did lead us to, no mortal
man should dare.
Right before our eyes of monolithic size,
one labyrinth of cities - draped in moonlight - did arise

"Tekeli-li, Tekeli-li" through the night...
leading to the icy ruins
a long forbidden site...

"Tekeli-li, Tekeli-li" through the night...

Build by horror creatures
from beyond our spheres of light...

When night has fallen dark and cold,
and mists rise up from ground of old.
When fullmoon lights the earth in fright,
the lone grim rider chills the night...

Here come's the lone night rider,
this is his melody...
His victims might not know it yet,
their head is what he's out to get!

Here come's the lone night rider,
this is his melody...
He takes away your pleasure,
this is your vision bleak!

He is the wolf
that haunts the night
and the full moon's
blasphemous light.

He is the apple
that brought us sin
and he is evil
on the murderers grin...

If you feel fear it is the devil,
the old comrade of the dark
and if you hide you will fail to see,
the grand devilry!

So if you hate it is his stage,
he plays the wicked and the wretched
and if you hide you will fail to see
the grand devilry!

He is the poison
in our heart.
The flaming word
in each poets art.

He is the weapon
that leads through war
and he is the light
of the morningstar...

If you feel fear it is the devil,
the old comrade of the dark
and if you hide you will fail to see,
the grand devilry!

So if you hate it is his stage,
he plays the wicked and the wretched
and if you hide you will fail to see
the grand devilry!

Through moorland mist and fullmoon light -
we claimed the devil-tongues!
We sailed the sea in ghoulish night,
salt water filled our lounges...

We made our way through frost and snow,
under arctic skies.
Through monuments of steel - below! -
A shadow did arise...
With fear you will stumble,
before the deamons you will see.

From the grottos of hell to the dark
skies above -

The Deathship Symphony!
Once darkness has fallen,
there is no return!

Cursed to sail the sea of the damned

- The Deathship Symphony!