[Music by Droste, Lyrics by C. Hoffarth]
Flat 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
Screams from the lookout: Whale ahead!
I want this whale, I want it dead!
Hysteria on upper deck
Rabid flames in
Ahab's eyes
Hustle and bustle, drag and pull
Panic affects the whaler's moves
Fire!
The harpoon slashes the water's
surface
Diving into darkness - the prey escapes
Swallowed by the sea
Starboard lies calm
Portside full of
wrath
Possessed by unhuman anger
The heart brawly pumps the blood
Through the marionette of rage
Ahab's visage runs
red
I want this whale, I want it dead
A fin erupts from the abyss
Proudly undulates the flesh
Reaches bright horizons
Inviolable, manorial
An arrow loosens
... and spirit's away.
