Blue the deep fjordal mirrors lie.
Blue the cloudless skies above.
Blue the song, of the whale's heart.
Gone is all we've known.
White the spray, the foaming breakers fall.
White the cracking icebergs born.
White the plumes, mark the whale's blow.
Gone is all we've known.
For a unicorn's cry,
is all we will hear.
For a unicorn's cry,
sighing on the far side of a tear.
A unicorn's cry.
Gone is all we've known.
Grey the swell, the pitching waves surround.
Grey the brooding skies above.
Grey the shot from the whaler's hull.
Gone is all we've known.
Red the deep fjordal mirrors lie.
Red the cracking icebergs born.
Red the screams, from the whale's hulk.
Gone is all we've known.