Тексты песен Ahab

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 Pull me,

I'm Arthur Gordon Pym Or is he me? Why is everything so grim? Distress all I see I'm not the victim, I'm just the subconscious creator, But if that's the truth, Why is there another hell after every g

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 So I yield t

"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, Fulfill the prophec

Feel 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 Indulgentiam, absolutionem

Masts 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? What to salvag

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 whit

Oh, ye great mysterious - Thousand leagues of blue No one knows which mysteries are hidden Beneath your surface Your awful stirrings seem to speak of some Hidden soul beneath The waves rise and fall M

The ribs and terrors in the whale Arched over me a dismal doom While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by And lift me deepening down to doom I saw the opening maw of hell With endless pains and sorrows t

Alas! The Marquesas! Shun the beckoning land! Choose the open sea instead To whatever end! Took down to wondrous depths Sullen we did go Where shapes of unwarped primal Gliding to and fro Father! Wil