Evil Spirit

A wrinkled gnome sat on the yard
On this sailing vessel he was the guard
He may brought safety
Or he may brought dread
If he was treated well
Or if he was treated bad

Guardian, evil spirit
Tormentor, evil spirit

He watched the blade and his anger grew
'Cause for his own wealth
He skinned hard their crew
Money and fame were his conviction
Violence and force were his religion

Guardian, evil spirit
Tormentor, evil spirit

The reef appeared too fast for him
He tried to duck but wind refreshed
The yard came down, the gnome was gone
The blade was dead, justice had won