Ahab - The Giant lyrics
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Tracks 01. Further South
02. Aeons Elapse 03. Deliverance (Shouting At The Dead) 04. Antarctica The Polymorphess 05. Fathoms Deep Below 06. The Giant 01. Further South
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 grief? Why do we always stumble into even deeper chasms, Further down, further down, Further South? Whither should I flee from myself? Further down, further down, Further South?! Whither should I flee from myself? Further down, further down, Further South?! Further down, further down, Into oblivion ... 02. Aeons Elapse
Strangely confused in my mind
Aeons elapsed in a blink of an eye Slumber of utterly ravenous kind Waters of forgetfulness: by and by ... Vast desire to drift off to sleep Yet trembling at the thought of it Lest there be some terrific dream Like burning charcoal in a pit Like hundredfold calamities Most ghastly and ferocious Like misery and monstrosities. Abandoned and forlorn Bed myself in waves of disquietude Bed myself in a multitude of gloom Bed myself in pernicious solitude Bed myself in foreboding doom I feel gray and leafless My roots concealed in morass Dreary water lies intense and black Skeleton arms waving to and fro Crying to the silent waters of mercy In the shrill and piercing accents Of the most acute agony and despair Bed myself in waves of disquietude Bed myself in a multitude of gloom Bed myself in pernicious solitude Bed myself in foreboding doom 03. Deliverance (Shouting At The Dead)
A large brig bearing down upon us
Stout man looking down at us Leaning over the starboard bow Smiling brilliantly white teeth glow Thanks given to the Lord For the unexpected glorious deliverance There came wafting over the ocean From the strange vessel a smell, a stench Such as the whole world has no name for - no concept of - hellish - utterly suffocating Shall I ever forget the horror? Ever remember the life we had? Shouted to the dead, to the dead 04. Antarctica The Polymorphess
A strong current setting
With heavy gales and fog Many a strange thing written Down in the Captain's log Clouds of a snowy whiteness Foreshadow immense fields of ice South Where the giant sleeps Motionless, cold and proud Eternal Two worlds collide Senses go numb Sleeping Dreamless aeons And aeons Will he ever Dream again? Antarctica the "Polymorphess" Plays her game of bloody dice She is so ragged and broken Yet shatteringly adorable Many words have been spoken Her ways purely impassable To the west: icebergs Four hundred fathoms high Our passage south is doubtful O Father, hear our mournful sighs This gigantic creature tossed Its vast bulk across our thole board Seizing one man - instantly lost Peters plunged the blade and roared Clouds of a snowy whiteness Foreshadow immense fields of ice Antarctica the "Polymorphess" Plays her game of bloody dice She's so ragged and broken Yet shatteringly adorable Many words have been spoken Her ways purely impassable 05. Fathoms Deep Below
No words to mark my anguish then
Of the most appalling awe Carried into heart of men Jane Guy wrecked in bloody blazes All our gear to pieces torn Confined we are in bizarre mazes Lost, forgotten and forlorn Fathoms deep below cognition Fathoms deep beyond unknown Fathoms deep beneath perdition Our fate is carved in stone Arcane glyphs from hollow earth Trace our ways from birth to berth Pervaded by desire Soul now longs to fall Escape the dread so dire End it in a squall Phantom voice now whispers Screams within my ears In bitter swoon I wish to leave Rushing from my fears Fathoms deep below Doomwards let us row! 06. The Giant
Steering southwards
Tsalal we flee Into shady Towards the polar sea Falling prey to the grotesque Falling prey to absurdity Blurring layers of gray We scend through scales of white Monochrome perpetuity We scend through time and tide Of truth we can't catch sight A tale too dark to light Of blackness, of intensity, of obscurity and glare, of gloominess and brilliancy, ob somberness and gleam, of murkiness and luminance, of ashes soil the snow Silver blood pours from wounded skies Drowning our anxiety Black man, white beast in dismay cries Phantasmagoric me Vaporise in sheer reality In blackness, in intensity, in obscurity and glare, in gloominess, in brilliancy in somberness and gleam, in murkiness and luminance, in ashes soil the snow I hear thee chant my name Faint voice distant and dim I prithee, please enfold me Colossus pale and grim I reach you from Nantucket I'm Arthur Gordon Pym! I'm Arthur Gordon Pym! |