The Sighting Is a Portent of Doom lyrics

In the age of electricity and oil
My tugboat ploughs through waveless liquid soil
Cruising at thirteen knots on a 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 attempts to contact that
What appeared to be the size of a ship
No response 'till I receive
Transmissions of hostile nature
These voices cursing my goddamn name
Hell, is this witchcraft or am I insane?

All of a sudden a dark silhouette
Ascends through ghostlike mist
While it comes closer, I recognize
The image of an old deserted ship

I am aghast at the sight of a derelict vessel
Sailing this awkward night, appearing like a black
Floating cadaver. There's not one single man aboard
Her torn sails cloaking her like a cobwebbed widow
Posing against this sad nightmarish horizon

The temperature suddenly dropped
My great-grandfathers clock, just ticking, now stopped
I am smothered by a sudden shroud of fear
For there's a ghost ship 'pon a funereal quest
With a black bird circling hypnotic
Around its rocking empty crow's nest