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 outlook : 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 afferts the whaler's moves

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.

Now three to three ye stand
Commend the murderous chalices!
Bestow them, ye who now made parties to
This indissoluble league
Drink ye harpuneers
Drink and swear, ye man that man the deathful
Whaleboat's bow
Death to Moby Dick
God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!