March 1876 the season of dead begun
A never ending fight between human and animal
The sun will raise the path
Between home and horizon
Whalers wife has to say good bye to their husband
A feeling of loneliness and uncertainty take place
Month after month year after year
The see takes its victims
That's the path where the widows walk
That's the way where no one talks
The time is over – this season is history
Bread for a year or mourning for eternity