Running on the Rocks Searching the wide oceans with hooks and spears We shake the tall trees till the leaves drop round our ears Swimming the cold water where the sun will never shine Making preparations for the whip-crack time Hauling the Kraken up with blocks and chains - We're sailing into the eyes of hurricanes You know that no-one here gets out alive Only one thing makes it when the Devil drives: WE'RE GONNA STEEL UP THE FLESH TO THE FIRE YOU GONNA FIND OUT WHAT THE RULES ARE THEN WELL SISTER, SISTER, WON'T YOU PRAY FOR ME - WE'RE GOING RUNNING ON THE ROCKS AGAIN... Flaming amazement - madder than the gale Wreathed in shadows; crackling in the sails This is our mission now as then - We can do no other here we stand: Amen The winds are crying - remember me Through the holy silence of the desert and the sea The next Armada waiting for the tide Wind and rain are nothing to the storm inside WE'RE GONNA STEEL UP THE FLESH TO THE FIRE YOU GONNA ...