A pact was made wide in the sea not far away in time.
As a lend from an elder entity to a sailsman in his prime.
That lend was the basilisk that can’t be found in any chart
feared when its rising from the mist with forces to tear our world apart.
There was only one way for them to settle with those depts
the process had begun one day their essence vanished in its trap
now seadog as you know their tail don’t take these elder forces lack.
Some of the crew just died from fear as the thing came asking for its pay
cause no one had a clue which ship they’ve served for years.
The contractor was already gone as their souls where drained into decay
and a maelstrom on the open sea has took one third of them into a somber lay.
Two weeks passed two thirds of them where gone
as one brave young man stood up and told the thing for him to come.
It was the ship boy that hadn’t said a word for so long in the past
but as he saw their end would come he rose with honor swollen chest.
He offered to tend the basilisk to sail forever across the sea
to bring a worship to this entity forever never to find peace in the deep.
There was only one way for them to settle with those depts
the process had begun one day their essence vanished in its trap
and now he’s forced to hold his words until the end of every day,
otherwise that swirl returns for a last third and for their decay
And when you take a deeper look at foggy days inside the mist
from times to times you are meant to see him while he goes and he sails the
basilisk.
And then my friend these darksome day the ship and him turned into one
and yet he spreads those luring legends but he’ll, he’ll be never done.
And when you take a deeper look at foggy days inside the mist
from times to times you are meant to see him while he goes
and he sails the basilisk.