[Clear]
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

[Growl]
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 stay away many a nautical mile

[Growl]
Then there came the first telling of life
Like a lonesome wind or a breathy sigh
Yet there was no breeze that filled the air
With such a despairful cry

[Growl]
We hanked to the weeping of souls
When it died away - no further calls
There was this monstrous silence after all
Again we hanked - what might next befall?

[Growl]
A sullen growling from afar
The dark was full of it, I swear
Aye, no word of which I've knowlede
So well describes this hunger, most awesome to the ear