歌词
The hollow light
Is still on the fields
Where the winter has warmed
And the snows have drained away
And the hunter's cry
Is still on the air
As the bullet flies home
And the heart that's pierced with it
Still is racing
Still is racing on alone
Well, the silver shoals
Of the light in the deep
Brush the glittering skein
Where the great, dark body writhes
And the trembling jaw
The unfathoming sound
Of leviathan, bound
And his heart, though weakening
Still is racing
Still is racing on alone
All alone
You are racing
You are racing
Alone