(Jon Anderson/Chris Squire). You're first I'm last. You're thirst I'm asked to justify. Killing our last heaven beast. Don't hunt the whale. In beauty vision. Do we offer much. If we reason with destiny gonna lose our touch. Don't kill the whale. Rejoice they sing. They worship their own space. In a moment of love they will die for their grace. Don't kill the whale. If time will allow. We will judge all who came. In the wake of our new age to stand for the frail. Don't kill the whale. CETACEI.....