(Fisher Reid)



We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea

'Make haste to your funeral,' cries the Valkyrie

We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea

'Here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery, it calls to me

And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed

No thoughts explained, no moments gained, all hope forever lost

One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace

Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire



We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea

I fear a mighty wave is threatening me

We'll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea

'Come follow after,' cry the humble, 'You will surely see ...'

But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed

No moments gained, no thoughts explained, all hope forever lost

One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace

Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire