Carach Angren

Staring, screaming "Bring my map!" with clenched fists. "Colonel, Attaquez l'Allemagne!" "Tous nos hommes, sans aucun remords!" This storm of sacrifice will reign! I have conquered! "Murdered!" I am your leader! &qu

White is the mark of this sighting, black is it's soul Dark is the soil where it haunts upon Jesus Christ! You were never capable of protecting these desecrated woods Shadows over Lammendam Shadows over Lammendam It's the point of death's return for

Al Betekent Het Mijn Dood This storm... Lightning, fears, winds and monstrous waves! A demonic tempest! My men, gone, raining "I command!" We set sail! "I beg you, my captain! Christ has forbidden to set sail on east on sunday!" What!?

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 wring. irreverent he cussed loudly: "I will round t

Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for the most respected man around* Breathe with me from the opium pipe and drink a little more wine. I love you, but not as much as my sea, ship and crew. What?! Now you hide your fears lest it becomes

"Weigh the anchor and hoist the sails! Work harder ye drunken snails! For treasury like pepper as gold Let this nautical voyage begin We are powered by strong European winds" The triumph of The United Dutch East-India Company We run a monopoly:

Lyrics: Listen! Don't you hear these mad symphonies of grievance and fear? Melancholy and despair can be sensed when we draw near. Some hear a violin sound, others hear a man moaning in tears. These fields are haunted by nature's most sombre melodies

Next morning his corpse was found twisted, cut and broken The way those empty eyes stared! As if they saw the doors of Hell going open Something bewitched returned from the ashes where she once burned Princess of the moon Roaming timeless gloom Murde

In the age of electricity and oil, my tugboat ploughs through waveless liquid soil. Cruising at thirteen knots on pitch black sea. There's a strange object on the radars in front of me. Still nothing I can see. Just an open dreary sea... Several atte

A black shape sits on deck in a red glistening puddle* Sobbing and shaking, curled up in a huddle. The shape of a man amidst silence and slaughter, Clothes torn and drenched in blood and salt water. "His fortune to dust, his fortune to dust! His triu

He came home with trembling bone and spoke: "Evil roams the sea!" I caught a glimpse of something I describe as witchery. They must think I am weird. My wife and daughter upset by what they hear. As we go to bed, I kiss my loves goodnight then c