The Whaler’S Lantern

Protect the falling embers in this harsh and hostile storm
I treasure every glimmer, I am desperate to keep warm
Protect this broken vessel that is keeping me afloat
I count out every measure 'till I reach the final note

The waters show the harvester the nature of his crimes
A hunter on the run, my terrain has called my time
Final tears come pouring, there's no way I'll win the fight
This poor old whaler's lantern truly is the final light

Protect the final embers, it's the only warmth that's left
The time has come to pay up for a lifetime full of theft
Protect this broken vessel 'till the waters take it whole
I count out every fading spark until I pay the toll

My dying lantern, my final scream
My finale flares remain unseen