The Stupendium - Shelter from the Storm (2022 Remaster) lyrics
Gregory J. Holgate
[The Stupendium - Shelter from the Storm 2022 Remaster lyrics]
Heave lads! Ho lads!
Forget the comforts of home you're a nomad
We've lost so much since we first started
Are our hearts cold or are we cold-hearted?
So pray to your lord or your foreman
That the sun might rise in the morning
They told us hell was warm
But our empire fell for
Shelter from the storm
On the run from London town
Nothing left but rubble there to plunder now
Torn asunder, buried underground
Beneath the tundra and a hundred
Wеight of brothers drowned
Now we'rе gonna need another crown
So huddle round, hunker down
Man the shovels, plough
And every hundred paces pray
And lay another down
Another mother, son or lover lost
The frost is out
For lonely drifters in the snow drifts
Won't be scuppered now
Stay devout, tough it out, til the sun is out
Trust the censor, shun dissenters
Hunt and flush them out
Keep the faith and trust there's
Grace behind the thunderclouds
Or fall in line and march
In time against the climate, proud
What are we becoming now?
Is this the life we prayed for?
Time is running out
There's nothing left but labour
We write our future in the ice
Like it was pen and paper
Leave for future generations more
Than just a generator
We must never waiver this is
The price we pay for
Safety one day for our children on
The path we pave them
In the end know that history depends
On an empire forged in the flames
Of what we gave up
Heave lads! Ho lads!
Forget the comforts of home you're a nomad
We've lost so much since we first started
Are our hearts cold or are we cold-hearted?
So pray to your lord or your foreman
That the sun might rise in the morning
They told us hell was warm
But our empire fell for
Shelter from the storm
Turn your collars to the wind
As our odyssey begins
Feel the ice creeping in
Until your bones sing
As the tempest descends and your ears ring
That's the bells of the
Church that we're preaching
Now grieving is a luxury we
Spun to weave our cloaks comfort, warmth
And plenty feel like centuries ago
The storm won't crush our spirit's like
A tent beneath the snow
Every upper lip gets stiff at 20 C below
No gold or silver
Coal's the only thing of worth to me
The only precious metal to our
Name would be the mercury
That fragile strip of burgundy that
Ever hurtles to the deep
Alerting us as Mother Nature's
Taking every cursed degree
I've nothing left
My only treasure is my word to keep
Keep bellies filled, treat the ill
And preserve the heat
But can I keep the peace
As we bleed through adversity?
How's a shepherd supposed to lead
Without a dog to herd the sheep?
These choices that I make
I make to save our nation
What's a little sawdust when
You face annihilation?
Is childhood so sacred? Or
Just resources wasted?
Every value that I thought I had
Debased and razed to save us
Heave lads! Ho lads!
Forget the comforts of home you're a nomad
We've lost so much since we first started
Are our hearts cold or are we cold-hearted?
So pray to your lord or your foreman
That the sun might rise in the morning
They told us hell was warm
But our empire fell for
Shelter from the storm
Growing up they told no two
Snowflakes are the same
And every one's a wonder
Something not to take in vain
Of Mother Nature's beauty
Of the universe at play
Seems she's abstained from duty
Left us here and turned away
Fingers splintered into kindling and hearts
As dark as coal
As heat and hope are dwindling
We march towards our goal
Committed to the hymns we sing
So after all is told
The generations after us aren't
Cast into the cold
So burn us in the furnace
Let our souls ignite the flame
Use our bones to stoke the embers
Use our blood to oil the chains
We are nothing now but engines rending
Flesh to find a way
And as we fall we die to light a brighter day
Every shiver will deliver us
Deliverance in time
Burn the incense of our innocence and
In a sense we thrive
Pray the future that we're building will
Be worth it's weight in lives
So take heed but take no pity
As the city must survive
Forget the comforts of home you're a nomad
We've lost so much since we first started
Are our hearts cold or are we cold-hearted?
So pray to your lord or your foreman
That the sun might rise in the morning
They told us hell was warm
But our empire fell for
Shelter from the storm
On the run from London town
Nothing left but rubble there to plunder now
Torn asunder, buried underground
Beneath the tundra and a hundred
Wеight of brothers drowned
Now we'rе gonna need another crown
So huddle round, hunker down
Man the shovels, plough
And every hundred paces pray
And lay another down
Another mother, son or lover lost
The frost is out
For lonely drifters in the snow drifts
Won't be scuppered now
Stay devout, tough it out, til the sun is out
Trust the censor, shun dissenters
Hunt and flush them out
Keep the faith and trust there's
Grace behind the thunderclouds
Or fall in line and march
In time against the climate, proud
What are we becoming now?
Is this the life we prayed for?
Time is running out
There's nothing left but labour
We write our future in the ice
Like it was pen and paper
Leave for future generations more
Than just a generator
We must never waiver this is
The price we pay for
Safety one day for our children on
The path we pave them
In the end know that history depends
On an empire forged in the flames
Of what we gave up
Heave lads! Ho lads!
Forget the comforts of home you're a nomad
We've lost so much since we first started
Are our hearts cold or are we cold-hearted?
So pray to your lord or your foreman
That the sun might rise in the morning
They told us hell was warm
But our empire fell for
Shelter from the storm
Turn your collars to the wind
As our odyssey begins
Feel the ice creeping in
Until your bones sing
As the tempest descends and your ears ring
That's the bells of the
Church that we're preaching
Now grieving is a luxury we
Spun to weave our cloaks comfort, warmth
And plenty feel like centuries ago
The storm won't crush our spirit's like
A tent beneath the snow
Every upper lip gets stiff at 20 C below
No gold or silver
Coal's the only thing of worth to me
The only precious metal to our
Name would be the mercury
That fragile strip of burgundy that
Ever hurtles to the deep
Alerting us as Mother Nature's
Taking every cursed degree
I've nothing left
My only treasure is my word to keep
Keep bellies filled, treat the ill
And preserve the heat
But can I keep the peace
As we bleed through adversity?
How's a shepherd supposed to lead
Without a dog to herd the sheep?
These choices that I make
I make to save our nation
What's a little sawdust when
You face annihilation?
Is childhood so sacred? Or
Just resources wasted?
Every value that I thought I had
Debased and razed to save us
Heave lads! Ho lads!
Forget the comforts of home you're a nomad
We've lost so much since we first started
Are our hearts cold or are we cold-hearted?
So pray to your lord or your foreman
That the sun might rise in the morning
They told us hell was warm
But our empire fell for
Shelter from the storm
Growing up they told no two
Snowflakes are the same
And every one's a wonder
Something not to take in vain
Of Mother Nature's beauty
Of the universe at play
Seems she's abstained from duty
Left us here and turned away
Fingers splintered into kindling and hearts
As dark as coal
As heat and hope are dwindling
We march towards our goal
Committed to the hymns we sing
So after all is told
The generations after us aren't
Cast into the cold
So burn us in the furnace
Let our souls ignite the flame
Use our bones to stoke the embers
Use our blood to oil the chains
We are nothing now but engines rending
Flesh to find a way
And as we fall we die to light a brighter day
Every shiver will deliver us
Deliverance in time
Burn the incense of our innocence and
In a sense we thrive
Pray the future that we're building will
Be worth it's weight in lives
So take heed but take no pity
As the city must survive