Ahab The Boats of the Glen Carrig 1. 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 2. The Thing That Made Search We looked at one another Through the smoke Through the growing dark (May) the devil take the hindmost Aye - an unseen thing stood And cried upon the decks Through planks of groaning wood Right above our heads And scrubbed at the woodwork Now take the pipe right from your mouth! At outmost tension - listen! Crouch! Be aware of horrid powers! Few moments seem like endless hours With sheer destructive urge A many-flapped thing strives The thing that made search - Like raw flesh - but it was alive Secure the fastening, aye! Brace yourselves! There's more to it than meets the eye 3. Like Read Foam (The Storm) Call me Winterstraw Mere passenger of the Glen Carrig Preparing to meet so great a storm As might well fill the heart with panic For now it was being slow and oily black Against the mighty redness of the sky One quarter of the sky - A mighty arc of blood-red fire Doesn't matter who you are Within the elements fierce ire The sun, a great full moon Pale and slightly monochrome For it appeared to crest The black cloud like red foam The sea was all blown up Into vast clouds of dust Like froth and I knew The storm was upon us No man heard aught of the thunder The storm's roar made all else silent Trying to burst our boats asunder And my memory recalled the distant island (May God have mercy) 4. The Weedmen It was a stormy night Yet it was none when a lightning'd strike No moon that would shine upon... ... my suspicions - they'd grew on and on The weedmen come anigh Soon - they are upon us! The weedmen come anigh Hideous face will be among us It was a stormy night We stared down upon a most unearthly sight For the valley all beneath us was aswarm None of us - I swear - was safe from harm The giants voice slowly sank Away into the distance, thinned Alas, I swear I felt so bare and blank And yet no sound beyond that of the wind ... the weedmen dwell In these depths of green None of us will live In their graves at sea 5. To Mourn Job While we sit anxious around the bonfires Trying to think of things to say All is lying at the very brink I guess we've seen enough today Aye, it is with truth I say: all fierce to avenge we were As Job had fallen prey This night was just a blur His spirit we will cherish To mourn - we had no time The wicked's light shall perish His spark of fire shall not shine The bo'sun placed his hand with dread Over the poor lad's heart Job - so mangled an be-bled And the boy moved not ever again Our bonfires well raked Sent up nightly pillars of flame The next morning's dawn we waked There was a great wind and rain I hope some day, my friend You'll be back on peaceful soil The least said the better Gotten rid of all turmoil 6. The Light In The Weed (Mary Madison) (It's been) seven years she'd been imprisoned Seven years beset with dread Seven years white death envisioned Seven years of doubt well-fed The desolation of the weed continent And the cemetary of seas Her volition turned all somnolent Longing for an ease There stood Mary Madison Firmly the ladle she gripped And out of some old bucket Good ol' rum she dipped Howbeit we won the day The captain's wife was lost Mary wallows in dismay Pities (her demise) with disgust So brace yourselves, ye seamen brave Behold a bright light burning Whenever be the seas so grave - For man and maid the tide is turning Cornelius Althammer — Drums Chris Hector — Guitars Daniel Droste — Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards Stephan Wandernoth — Bass