When the nights are long

And the thrill is gone

And the waves are high

And the wind is strong

I will gird my loins

I will grease my joints

I will stand my ground

I will prove my point

When it's windy

And it's blowing against me

I'll stay my course

I've found my voice

Even when when the waves come crashing down

I'll stay my course

I'm a loaded gun

I'm the chosen one

I'm an iron wall

I'm an angel's son

I'm a bullet train in the pouring rain

I will not show down

I will feel no pain

I will clutch my sword and die with it drawn