we're close, the lamps are burning blood 

on the chance that we'll survive 

to need such a desperate light 

my bones shall rise up muskettes 

my feet are at the threshold 

and disaster warms our soil(x2) 

so left with sleighting hands 

the boats they've pawned for stranding 

we will drown them like their anchors(x2) 

my bones shall rise up anchors 

my feet are at the threshold 

and disaster warms our sails