The last of the great whales
My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
My heart it has been rent and I am crying
All the beauty around me fades and I am screaming
I am the last of the great whales and I am dying
Last night I heard the cry of my last companion
Heard the roar of the harpoon gun and then I was alone
I thought of the days gone by when we were thousands
But now I soon must die, the last leviathan
This morning the sun did rise crimson in the north sky
The ice was the colour of blood and the winds they did sigh
I rose for to take a breath, it was my last one
From a gun came the roar of death and now I am done
And now that we are all gone there will be no more hunting
The bigfellow is no more, it's no use lamenting
What race will be next in line, all for the slaughter?
The elephant or the seal?
Or your sons and daughters?