Leviathan, Bound - Shearwater

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 all alone

The silver shoals of the light in the deep

Brush the glittering skin

Where the great, dark body writhes

And the trembling jaw

The unfathoming sounds of leviathan, bound

As his heart, though weakening

Still is racing

Still is racing all alone, all alone

You are racing

You are racing alone