The Pilot is brought before the Council of the Whales. They converse telepathically, and in that moment Pilot is brought to an understanding of the makings of the nautical world. They then proceed to fill his lungs with water.
lyrics
Now we’ve arrived
To somewhere
And somethings I just can’t describe
When we conversed
It shattered
All the visions preconceived
Face to face with their night
I could feel the hate
Now I know of their plight
The council of the whales
Filling my lungs
They said kindly
“You may now return with us”
All had begun
The vision
Cetacea spoke was realized
Breathe the air out
Pilots mute shout
credits
from Savage Fingers,
released May 4, 2019
Music - Jeremy Tardif
Lyrics - Jeremy Tardif
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