| Flat and silent the ocean lies | |
| Pequot'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 affects 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 bravely 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. |