Wreck In Whitby

from Race Against The Sun: Part Two by Dethonator

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lyrics

There’s something in the wind
Something in the wind
Can you feel it growing cold?
There’s something in the wind
Some say it smells like death
Some say it feels like sin
Make me ready when it comes
There’s something in the wind
There’s something on the tide
Something on the tide
Watchers gather on the cliffs
There’s something on the tide
As fog devours the pier
As lightening cracks the sky
Do you see her coming fast?
There’s something on the tide
Out from the sea, she makes for the town
Her mast with full sails, the ship bearing down
The harbour she gains and breaks on the sand
The wheel of the ship in a dead man’s hand
As soon as she touches the shoreline
As soon as she runs aground
The moment she hits the sand bank
Catch sight of the barghest hound
Bounds horribly over corpses
Leaps powerfully from the deck
Pitch black and a size so monstrous
Strange immigrant from the wreck

Where the Abbey looms from overhead
Where the waves crash in beneath
Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?
Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?
Sad ruin upon the seafront
Torn sails and crates of earth
Odd records inside her logbook
Tall tales of the schooner's curse
Where the East Cliff grins with empty graves
Weathered stones like rotten teeth
Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?
Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?
There’s something haunts the night
Something haunts the night
Do you feel it in the dark?
There’s something haunts the night
Some say it feels like death
Some say it shuns the light
Lock your doors and say a prayer
Something haunts the night
Mina!
Wake knowing something's wrong
Oh where has Lucy gone?
Drifts through the silent town
Now spectral in her gown
Cold moonlight on her shift
Sleepwalker on the cliff
A hundred and ninety nine steps
A hundred and ninety nine
A hundred and ninety nine steps
A hundred and ninety nine
Beyond the churchyard gate
Her figure and the shape
Red eyes in pallid face
Somnambulant embrace