The soup is cold as ice
The ancestors have rolled the dice
Deep down under a girl cries
Riding on whales to die
Not noticing under the water
There is no wind to fly
UUUhhh The whale rider
The black painted faces
Will cry in the woods
You listen carefully
To the song of the ocean
You listen carefully to the song
You listen carefully
To the song of the ocean
You listen carefully to the song
Riding on whales to die
Not noticing under the water
There is no wind to fly
UUUhhh The whale rider
The black painted faces
Will cry in the woods
Hunting the trace
The soup is cold as ice
The ancestors have rolled the dice
Deep down under cries
And your friends fade away
Your friends fade away
Away