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