My soul has been torn from me, / And I am bleeding.
My heart, it has been wrecked /And I am crying.
As the bueaty around me fails,
and I am screaming / I am the last
of the great wales, and I am dying.
Last night I heard the song / Of my last companion.
The bark from a harpoon gun / And I swam alone.
I reflected on days gone by / When we were thousands.
I know I soon must die / The last Leviathan.
This morning the sun now rose / In a crimson North Sky.
The ice was the color of blood / And I heard the wind sigh.
I rose to take a breath / It was my last one,
From a gun came the roar of death / And now I'm undone.
My soul has been torn from me / And I am bleeding.
My heart, it has been wrenched / And I am crying.
As the beauty around me fades, And I am screaming,
I am the last of the great Wales / And I am dying.
And now we are all gone, there'll be no more hunting.
The big fellow is no more / Theres no use lamenting.
What race will be next in line / (oh) for the slaughter?
The elephant or the seal / Or your sons and daughters.