under the mountain

these shadows were no warning in the past
and even less at time of solar height
so all our hopes will come to naught at last

we wait in calmness for the coming blast
each of us believing we're still in the right
these shadows were no warning in the past

not one of us has sailed before the mast
but still we're not astonished at the sight
so all our hopes will come to naught at last

far out to sea the fishers' nets are cast
the job's best done when moon is out at night
these shadows were no warning in the past

each watcher knows their power's unsurpassed
but nothing they say will ease our fright
so all our hopes will come to naught at last

the signal comes and reaches us so fast
that we are blinded by the sudden light
these shadows were no warning in the past
so all our hopes will come to naught at last