Lyrics
Vastness and watching
At the crest of night
Seeing in
Blue hole grows
Yawning.
Swept above
The hills roll
Over the water
I call low
Wild
Hunt
To the ocean.
At the crest of night
Seeing in
Blue hole grows
Yawning.
Swept above
The hills roll
Over the water
I call low
Wild
Hunt
To the ocean.
