Swords down, let's finally take stock of this
and reason with the monolith
Our campfire signals good tides
Ocean winds trading off the southern bluff

And warning that we're still here
to oversee the ragged-run and tiresome
gentry who returned today to pillage more
with weapons drawn and overcoats flooding onto shore

Swords down, throw in your towels and head out to sea
Good men are we of charity
Let's bargain with ancient whales
Setting sail back centuries with peace decrees

And pledging our hearts and bones to better homes
It's better said than left alone to
fester like scurvied gums, with sullied words
with weapons drawn the hour before the first mate stirs

She weeps for what she's done
Six years and a hundred and one fears

For now we weep and wail
Perhaps this boat should pick it's path and sail

For now we weep and wail
Perhaps this boat should pick it's path and sail

Oceans of tears lapping at the ankles of civility
Place your swords at the ankles of civility

Swords down, reveal yourselves -
the jig is up. This armoury has had enough
As blades, spoil our hears may mend
and ageing men can kneel upon the soil again

Embrace your friends,
and ageing men can kneel upon the soil again.


Lyrics submitted by stonechip

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