Paroles de The Hunt

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