Anchor me down in a hard wire cage
Where the currents hold strong and they know my rage
For a nickel my name would have meant my time
But they never would listen to amend no crime

There was a day when the throne knew fear
For the ages of gods now a long-gone tear
Brush a red war banner to adorn thine brow
Reinforce and batter the infected sow

Call me hey
But I won’t
Tell a soul
When you croak
Was it whisky
Pounding heavy
In my head
Winter say
Will you fall
With your back
Against the wall
Will you follow in
The footsteps of a man

Shiver me straight or to crack me down
When the kings lay barren under broken crown
With a heave-high-ho and a lesson in tow
There are many to bleed, so instead we row

Blood on my armor to keep me warm
If the end awaiting could defeat my storm…
Then it won’t take pity on this veteran’s head
But I’ll wake tomorrow in the dead king’s bed

Call me hey
But I won’t
Tell a soul
When you croak
Was it whisky
Pounding heavy
In my head
When your gray
Ashes call
Heed the tack
In iron gall
My eternity
Will quake on my demand