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 backbroken 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