They come in sorry for the second vanquisher To have so much to pretend Themselves not so against Though overtaken This we'll survive, surviving those Against the smell of rope through pulley sing There are fewer greater losses known They have their affect they have their ransom This will survive You're all i think, this thing set troublin' It will not end without brevity Against the smell of hope through measuring There are fewer greater former ghosts We have our affect we have our ranson This we'll survive