As the bullet flies home

The unfathoming sounds of leviathan, bound

Brush the glittering skin
And the snows have drained away
And the heart that's pierced with it
And the trembling jaw
Where the great, dark body writhes

Still is racing
You are racing
Still is racing all alone
The silver shoals of the light in the deep

You are racing alone
And the hunter's cry is still on the air
Still is racing
As his heart, though weakening
Still is racing all alone, all alone