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