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Departure Towards A Nautical Curse

 

Departure Towards A Nautical Curse

(альбом: Death Came Through A Phantom Ship - 2010)


The crew froze as he wiped the blood off on his coat and threw the helmsman ruthlessly overboard. In defiance of the storm, that kept them anchored for so long, he swore an oath to forfeit right and wrong. Irreverent he cussed loudly: "I will round the cape, even if I have to sail until doomsday!" Their petrified facial expressions could tell: their master was like a devil on this floating piece of hell

There and then he gave the signal of departure. "Make sail and weigh the hook!" And so they left the harbor. Hear the Easter bells tolling through the roaring sound of a rough sea, accompanied by the sight of a ship sailing towards her destiny. What a spectacle of blasphemy. There was no rejoice after his mad choice. Sails were lost, decks were flooded and lightning turned their ship into a coal-black carcass. Anxiety replaced vainglory. The storm died down but a sinister shroud of darkness remained, for the daylight came no more. Floating in unending dusk, adrift on liquid ground. Months went by and land was never found. Food supplies putrefied and pestilence broke out. Suicide became routine, some chose suspension, others jumped and drowned. The dead were sown in hammocks and disposed of in the sea, buried in a watery grave after a short ceremony. The crew froze as he left his cabin with knife and gun, slaughtering what was left of them one by one. There was an evil murderous glimpse in his eyes. By the time he was done, the ship was desecrated by death and demise. Van der Decken lashes himself to the wheel, swearing at Christ: "I shall not yield!" All at once a new storm rose and lightning struck. The top mast broke off, impaling him, a shard of the crest piercing his chest, in a standing position nailed to the deck. And so a man dies, and a ghost resurrects

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