Las fantasmagorías de Monsieur Quemador - XV

I woke, and we were sailing on
As in a gentle weather :
'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high ;
The dead men stood together.

All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter :
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.

The pang, the curse, with which they died,
Had never passed away :
I could not draw my eyes from theirs,
Nor turn them up to pray.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Return of the Living Dead (El regreso de los muertos vivientes)
Dan O'Bannon 1985