Ice screams under steel feet, snow claws the iron hull, a white storm blinds belief, fear freezes every soul, they whisper curses of doom, his gaze denies their words. I’d strike the sun if it dared defy me, I am madness maddened, Follow the line I command, obey the storm, I am madness maddened. He offers glory and rank, riches a hundredfold, find the lost ship of fate, claim what the ice has swallowed, men nod through chattering teeth, hope shouted over the wind. I’d strike the sun if it dared defy me, I am madness maddened, Eyes to the prow, my path is iron rails, I am madness maddened, Two fall through cracking glass, dark swallows their last breath, the seas take souls in silence, warnings fly but he won’t hear them, omens dance in frozen light, the crew tastes dread like blood. I’d strike the sun if it dared defy me, I am madness maddened, Stand firm!, no turning from my vow, I am madness maddened. Pequod locked by jagged ice, shrieks of steel protesting fate, a pale mountain gleams ahead, half shadow, half frozen blade, we march where blizzards hunt bone, till metal yields to our touch. I’d strike the sun if it dared defy me, I am madness maddened, Through that door lies the prize of kings, I am madness maddened. Frost grips their boots as they enter the void, frozen corridors stretching like graveyard ribs, their breath hangs heavy on unmoving air, no voices, no footsteps, only hollow ice. Till a bridge of glass, blue steel appears ahead, its helm entombed beneath a crystal shroud, and carved in frost, a name glows faint and stark: Lonesome Ark, the prize… and the tomb they chased. I’d strike the sun if it dared defy me I am madness maddened Here ends the hunt, the frozen crown I sought, the storm obeys, the silence bends before me, and this, this shining Ark of ice. is the triumph that seals our fate. I’d strike the sun if it dared defy me I am madness maddened. Lonesome Ark… the final prize, the cold that takes the hunter with his prey.
