Unrelenting howling is among many where the old ship sails alone, why the wind cranked into a tune of the sound of wounds,
Into the silence of the night, dreamers do listen to the dreadful sounds of cries of faraway towns, while the roaring sea making its own screams,
The slaves came to plunder, while it thunders, While the old ship sails deep into the night That bleeds out on darken seas, With a crying eye, will see, no one is left to fight In darken dreams,
tears do fall as they look at the dreadful sight that cuts deep into the night, where water witches cast their spells, to all who sees in darken dreams, were creatures and haunters playing games into dark fantasy.