Aeons ElapseStrangely confused in my mind
Aeons elapsed in a blink of an eye
Slumber of utterly ravenous kind
Waters of forgetfulness: by and by ...
Vast desire to drift off to sleep
Yet trembling at the thought of it
Lest there be some terrific dream
Ahab's Oath[Music by Ahab, Lyrics by Herman Melville]
Now three to three ye stand
Commend the murderous chalices!
Bestow them, ye who now are made parties to this
indissoluble league
Drink ye harpooners
Drink and swear ye men that man the deathful
Below the sun[Music by Ahab, Lyrics by Herman Melville]
I turn my body from the sun
To follow the fading phantom into the deep
All collapsed
And the great shroud of the sea
Rolled on as it rolled thousands of years ago
Your malice is my vengeance
O Father Sea Our boat lurches through damnation
Utter madness embraces me
Faces drawn my starvation
As we dwindle into misery
For a ray of hope we pray
Yet of ruin we are aware
In ports of doom we lay
Old Thunder Ahab:
"Look sharp, marines!"
"Dead whale or sunk boat!"
"Hunt him 'til he spouts black blood"
"And rolls fin up!"
Old Thunder ye once was called,
Fullfill the prophecy
Redemption LostFeel decay - Pale as clay
And all washed away
Blackest days
Arcane our way - Gone astray
And all washed away - Blackest days
Shades of grey - Aeons of dismay - Blackest days
The Divinity Of OceansMasts are broken
Men will break
Yards are shattered
Bodies shake
Bulkheads battered – Planks are burst
This ship is cursed – And so are we
Where to head for? – Where will salvation lie?
The GiantSteering southwards
Tsalal we flee
Into shady
Towards the polar sea
Falling prey to the grotesque
Falling prey to absurdity
Blurring layers of gray
The HuntFlat and silent the ocean lies
pequod's captured in a lull
no gentle breeze blows in the sails
heated by a salty carpet from above
the crew's emaciated,survival tough
giant billows bear a mighty whiteness
The Isle It's been five days
In these boats of the Glen Carrig
When I's awed by such solitude
Alas, God moves in mysterious ways
So we pulled wearily towards the isle
I swear t'was all but flagrant flatness
If we'd only known it was sheer madness
To Mourn JobWhile we sit anxious around the bonfires
Trying to think of things to say
All is lying at the very brink
I guess we've seen enough today
Aye, it is with truth I say:
all fierce to avenge we were
As Job had fallen prey
Tombstone CarouselDeath to the living
Long life to the killers,
Success to sailor's wives
And greasy luck to whalers.
Crushed as the moth beneath thy hand
We moulder to the dust
Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand