Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last We Wage, artist - Blackguard. Album song Profugus Mortis, in the genre
Date of issue: 27.04.2009
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
The Last We Wage |
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 |