I'll keep the king Into darkness and howling I'll keep him from drowning I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait In that house at the top of the rock And let the sea birds cry I'll let the sea birds cry I know your fingernails are the colour of rust And your veins are empty of dust But our voices collide with each howl of the tide singing all hell and its fire waits for us The wind and its shackles The old fishers' tackles The sea and its waters Every unwanted daughter Every moon in the sky Every promise and lie All that matters is that you're here All hell and its fire waits for us