The Isle of Wight, 1822

[Intro — Tremolo-Picked Distorted Guitar Bar One Full Force, Heavy Drop-D Riff Locking In Immediately, Drums Explosive From Beat One, Sharp Dissonant Guitar Stab Mid-Phrase, Ghost Choir Rising Hard Left Sweeping Slowly Right] [Verse 1 — Heavy E Phrygian Riff Relentless, Drums Driving: Ghost-Note Hi-Hat On 16th Grid, Snare Off-Beat, Kick Heavy And Locked, Vocals: Distorted Megaphone Effect Center, Poetic And Tense, with lo-fi distortion. Ghost Choir Hard Left Drifting Slowly Right — Ghost Ship Effect, Riff And Energy Sustained] Cold was the morning we cast off the lines… the harbour grown small in the grey morning air… the chalk-white cliffs of the island we knew slipped under the water as if they'd not been there. [Odd-Meter Rhythmic Lurch, Sharp Dissonant Stab, Bass Punching Hard, Snare Pivot Hit, Riff Re-Enters Immediately, Ghost Choir Panning Hard Right] Seven men stood at their stations and sang, the captain's wife laughed in her salt-bitten grace — we were bound for Callao, (bound for the south,) and the world lay before us …ours, if we dared take it. [Instrumental - Chromatic Half-Step Guitar Surge, Drums Erupting, Ghost Choir Sweeping Left To Right — Wide Stereo Arc, Tremolo Guitar Climbing Into E Harmonic Minor, Tension Compressing Forward] [Chorus 1 — E Harmonic Minor Wall Of Sound, Stacked Octave Guitars, Descending Vocal Hook, Drums Explosive, Creepy Ghost Choir Full Stereo Sweep Left To Right, Falsetto Breaking On Final Line] South we go (where the cold winds gather,) south (where the charts run thin …) we carry our names past the (edge of the known) to the place (where the lines begin.) [Verse 2 — E Phrygian Darker And Heavier, Riff Locked And Unbroken, Bass Elastic And Aggressive, Ghost-Note Hi-Hat Intensifying, Snare Off-Beat Driving, Vocals: Distorted Megaphone Effect Raw, lo-fi distortion Ghost Choir Hard Left Panning Slowly Through Center] The first page was opened, the first words were writ … the date and the port (and the promise of spring …) [Tremolo Guitar Cutting Through, Sharp Dissonant Stab, Kick Dead Center, Riff Re-Enters Immediately] "God willing, by summer, we'll anchor in Callao" — and he closed it, not knowing what closing would bring. [Bass Surging Aggressive, Snare Counter-Attacks, Chromatic Half-Steps Escalating, Ghost Choir Sweeping Left To Right] What lay to the south was a passage they feared… (the Drake,) where the two great oceans divide … but storms had been crossed and the cold had been borne, and a ship like (the Jenny) was built for the tide. [Drums Maximum Force, Dissonant Guitar Stabs Mid-Phrase, Ghost Choir Full Left To Right Sweep, Tremolo Guitar Into E Harmonic Minor, Riff Sustained] [Chorus 2 — E Harmonic Minor Heavier And Darker, Descending Vocal Hook More Violent, Drums Explosive, Ghost Choir Full Stereo Sweep Left To Right, Falsetto Shattering On Final Line] South we go where the cold winds gather, south (where the charts run thin —) we carry our names past the edge of the known to the place where (the lines begin.) [Bridge — Half-Time Drum Groove, Riff Heavy And Sustained, E Phrygian Dominant Exotic And Threatening, Ghost-Note Hi-Hat Tight, Snare Sparse Single Hits, Bass Exposed And Predatory, Ghost Choir Whispered Hard Left Drifting Slowly To Hard Right — Full Ghost Ship Arc, Vocals: Distorted Megaphone Raw And Cracking] Then came a wind from the south that same night … strange-cold, and the sea running grey … the stars would not show themselves twice in the sky, and (none had a word left to say.) [Instrumental] [Chromatic Build Accelerating, Drums Re-Entering Full Force, Dissonant Guitar Stabs Rapid, Tremolo Guitar Screaming Into E Harmonic Minor, Ghost Choir Sweeping Left To Right Intensifying] The captain stood still at the forward-most rail … he turned to his journal, (he turned to his pen …) "Tomorrow we'll see it more clearly," he wrote … Tomorrow …(and never again.) [Final Chorus — Maximum Wall Of Sound, E Harmonic Minor Full Weight, Drums Explosive Every Bar, Descending Vocal Hook Collapsing, Ghost Choir Slow Full Sweep Left To Right — Ghost Ship Dissolving, Sharp Dissonant Stab On Final Line, Single Isolated Voice Hard Left, Ghost Harmonics Hard Right, Guitar Cutting To Silence] South we go (where the cold winds gather,) south where the charts run thin … we carry our names past the edge of the known … and (none shall bring them back again.) [Instrumental] [Outro — Tremolo Guitar Sustained, Bass Driving, Final Kick Hit, Ghost Choir Fading Left To Right Into Stereo Distance — Ghost Ship Gone, Dissonant Interval Hanging Unresolved, Hard Cut]