At the mouth of the Esk
A sudden storm approaches
Bringing the stench of death
And ancient bloodlust.

The evening sun
Sets behind the moorland.
Bringing the arrival
Of the schooner, Demeter.

She sails
Aboard her, Death
She sails
Never again

The calm was shattered
Within an instant, the stillness broke
The waves rose in fury
As banks of sea-fog woke.

In the hour of the high tide
She came between the two piers
And crashed upon the East cliff
Death upon the helm.

At the front of the ship
A corpse tied to the wheel
Bound by his own hands
A crucifix concealed

From below the deck
A huge black dog jumped onto the shore
Past the abbey ruins
For the sanctuary of the moors

She sails
Aboard her, Death
She sails
Never again