Our love's a touch of life In a world that wreaks of death A fuck you to the blacknes Of pestilence and graves To the bodies that litter roadsides From the city to the sea All the specters of a people Made starve for others greed To glid the empire's lily While a dying nation bleed A stor, a storín, a stor On your lips a breath to save us all From the pointlessness and horror of it all And they're tearing down the walls And they're setting the roof to flames And I'm but a man of skin and bone Clothed in my shame Nothing to feed us But hope in each others' eyes As we board a coffin ship To try and save our very lives A stor, a stor, a storín, a stor There may not be a tomorrow So I give you my all now And if we live to see another day I'll spend each breath I have with you A stor, a stor Till our sying days, a stor Till the warming clay, a stor To the clay, a stor