Paroles de 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 We'd stayed away many nautical mile Then there came the first telling of life Like a lonesome wind on a breathy sigh Yet there was no breeze that filled the air With such a despairful cry We harked to the weeping of souls When it died away, no further calls There was this monstrous silence after all Again we harked, what might next befall? A sullen growling from afar The dark was full of it, I swear Aye, no word of which I've knowledge So well describes the hunger, most awesome to the ear