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



Guardian, evil spirit

Tormentor, evil spirit