Around, around, around the whalery he’ll go
He’ll creep in through every crack
Through every little keyhole
And so, so, so...

When the whistle of the last shift blows
You can hear his nails scratch the floorboards
His grotesque form has become one with chum
And once you see a glimpse lurking around
You’ll realise where the rotten odour comes from

Around, around, around the whalery he’ll go
He’ll drag you into the bloodlet chamber
In the forsaken cesspit you’ll moan
Oh, no, no, no...

He hides in plain sight
like this he disappears with ease
Into the shadows
like a dandelion fluff to a breeze
He’s a product of something that ought to be dead
A product of humanity’s selfish bloodshed.

Around, around, around the whalery he’ll go
He might swallow you whole or
Separate the skin from bone
Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow...