Through the dark it slips
Salt upon its rigs
Time has lost its grip
Past the world it drifts

Whispers never fade
Footsteps never made
Nothing left but shade
In the wind they prayed

The Ship of Storms returns
Waving black, it warns
From the deep it churns
But no soul it spurns

Stars forget its name
Fog becomes its flame
Every night the same
Searching through the shame

Echoes rise and fall
From beneath the squall
Figurehead of bone
Stares ahead alone

The Ship of Storms returns
Waving black, it warns
From the deep it churns
But no soul it spurns

The Ship of Storms II

This music was conceived of by an undead pirate captain, created by skeletons, edited by zombies, marketed by vampires, filtered through AI, and has no soul left to siphon.

The Ship of Storms II

Captain Dreadbone