Safe under covers tonight Your face is happy and bright There by the old fire light It is warm But we are the darkening clouds We are the gathering swarm We are, we are The storm You built your towers on back-broken Bowery sailors On mothers and fathers still crying for their second-born We took the keys from your jailer His body is festering torn 'Cause we are, we are The storm These bodiеs came out of the soil Ripped out of gypsum and oil All just yours to spoil And dеform But now this old galleon rolls Galloping straight 'round the horn We are, we are The storm So it's haul away, comrades, ropes over blistering shoulders As the wind shakes the barley and carries on right through the corn There'll be no forgiveness tonight Only fair Zilliah's thorn 'Cause we are, we are The storm So it's haul away, comrades, ropes over blistering shoulders As the wind shakes the barley and carries on right through the corn And we ain't gonna stop 'til we are satisfied soldiers Rich men, big men, fattened up, happy, reborn And so the wheel comes 'round again And we're safe by the fire so warm We are, we are The storm