Nox Arcana Follow

Twas many a misty morning past
That the Tempest left Black Raven’s Bay—
Setting sail for lands unknown,
Seeking fortune along the way—

All men aboard bid their ladies farewell
As the ship left the harbor astern,
And the Tempest sailed off, out into the mist,
Never to return—

Out in the midst of the ocean’s abyss
A furious storm crossed their path
And the ship and its crew all perished beneath
King Neptune’s merciless wrath—

So beware the whispering wind
In the misty dead of night,
For the voices ye hear are but ghosts, and I fear,
There’s no end to their journey in sight—

So hearken ye pirates and black-hearted dogs,
Lest your fate be the same, or far worse—
For the men who set sail beneath the skull and bones
Are destined to suffer this curse—