A've arisen from my bunk, dawn my life vest and climb out the hatch into the cool night air.
I take the helm sleep heavy in me mind.
A blood moon rises over the horizon.
Sending a chill down me spine as am steering the sails to the wind.
A thought arises of what evil may arise along with thy blood moon.
Then clear as day am aware.
'I' am the evil which hath risen!!!