Aloft all hands, strike the top-masts and belay Yon angry setting sun and fierce-edged clouds Declare the typhon's coming Before it sweeps your decks, throw overboard The dead and dying – ne'er heed their chains Hope, hope, fallacious hope! Where is thy market now?
[00:00.974]Aloft all hands, strike the top-masts and belay [00:04.158]Yon angry setting sun and fierce-edged clouds [00:07.550]Declare the typhon's coming [00:09.438]Before it sweeps your decks, throw overboard [00:12.118]The dead and dying – ne'er heed their chains [00:15.379]Hope, hope, fallacious hope! [00:17.125]Where is thy market now? [00:19.201]
