Winter is in town And time is near To settle down the fair Boxes around Tents striped out The autumn leaves are dead The harbor lad With teardrop smile Sat his back to the shore Eyes away Where ocean ends For once he felt no sore The mist grew thicker And through the night A requiem bell was heard No one dared To step outside They knew they would not return A priest peered down His eyes bulged out And the cross in his neck felt tight No god, no man Can save who face The dread on that winter night The mist dissolved And miles away A black flag could be seen The priest called out The harbor town But the boy was nowhere near They gathered and stared The flag and its crew Of flesh, blood and bones The Shadow Chant Had taken the lad And soon they'll be back for their souls.