Song | The Last We Wage |
Artist | Blackguard |
Album | Profugus Mortis |
作曲 : Ablaze | |
Together on the eve of the new year | |
In a logging camp in Gatineau | |
Far away from the ones we love | |
In the desolation and the snow | |
Drunk Baptiste says he has a plan | |
A plan to travel across this land | |
We'll be with our family tonight and be back before first light | |
We must run La Chasse Galerie | |
Make a deal with the Devil | |
He'll give us what we need | |
On a flying canoe we ride | |
To the révellion or die | |
And then the Devil appeared and the rules he made quite clear | |
Touch not a cross or swear on the Lord's name | |
Or your soul is lost | |
Be back before the light as well | |
If not it's straight to hell | |
We put our fears aside | |
To the rules we will abide | |
Let's ride tonight across the sky | |
Our souls are on the line | |
To be with our families tonight | |
The skies are so clear | |
So much we're eased of all our fear, LOOK OUT! | |
For the church ahead | |
Turn away or we'll be dead | |
Not far to the révellion | |
So long since I've been home | |
Not long 'till the journey's done | |
And the party has just begun | |
Let's ride tonight! Across the sky | |
Our souls are on the line | |
To be with our families tonight | |
We'll meet the Devil and play his game | |
The wage is worth what we will gain | |
The drink ever did flow | |
And the dancing never slowed | |
Alive and we're all here | |
So raise your glass and give a cheer | |
The Devil's eyes are watching us | |
Now our time is almost up | |
And as the clock struck five we had to leave or die | |
We said tearful goodbyes | |
But now we must take to the skies | |
Onward we went on through the fog | |
Our boat did hit a cross but not a | |
Shard touched one of us | |
Our souls are not yet lost | |
Let's ride tonight across the skies | |
Our souls are on the line | |
To be with our families tonight | |
We'll meet the Devil and play his game | |
The wage is worth what we will gain | |
The drunk Baptiste nearly said the words that'd damn us all to hell | |
With a swift hit he met my fist and overboard he fell | |
The rest of us who made it back | |
We all did agree | |
Never attempt La Chasse Gallerie |
zuò qǔ : Ablaze | |
Together on the eve of the new year | |
In a logging camp in Gatineau | |
Far away from the ones we love | |
In the desolation and the snow | |
Drunk Baptiste says he has a plan | |
A plan to travel across this land | |
We' ll be with our family tonight and be back before first light | |
We must run La Chasse Galerie | |
Make a deal with the Devil | |
He' ll give us what we need | |
On a flying canoe we ride | |
To the ré vellion or die | |
And then the Devil appeared and the rules he made quite clear | |
Touch not a cross or swear on the Lord' s name | |
Or your soul is lost | |
Be back before the light as well | |
If not it' s straight to hell | |
We put our fears aside | |
To the rules we will abide | |
Let' s ride tonight across the sky | |
Our souls are on the line | |
To be with our families tonight | |
The skies are so clear | |
So much we' re eased of all our fear, LOOK OUT! | |
For the church ahead | |
Turn away or we' ll be dead | |
Not far to the ré vellion | |
So long since I' ve been home | |
Not long ' till the journey' s done | |
And the party has just begun | |
Let' s ride tonight! Across the sky | |
Our souls are on the line | |
To be with our families tonight | |
We' ll meet the Devil and play his game | |
The wage is worth what we will gain | |
The drink ever did flow | |
And the dancing never slowed | |
Alive and we' re all here | |
So raise your glass and give a cheer | |
The Devil' s eyes are watching us | |
Now our time is almost up | |
And as the clock struck five we had to leave or die | |
We said tearful goodbyes | |
But now we must take to the skies | |
Onward we went on through the fog | |
Our boat did hit a cross but not a | |
Shard touched one of us | |
Our souls are not yet lost | |
Let' s ride tonight across the skies | |
Our souls are on the line | |
To be with our families tonight | |
We' ll meet the Devil and play his game | |
The wage is worth what we will gain | |
The drunk Baptiste nearly said the words that' d damn us all to hell | |
With a swift hit he met my fist and overboard he fell | |
The rest of us who made it back | |
We all did agree | |
Never attempt La Chasse Gallerie |