The boy child is locked in the fisherman's yard
A shoal of nightstars hang fire in the nets
There's a bloodless moon where the oceans die
And the chaos of cages where the crayfish lie
Where is the fisherman, where is the goat?
Eclipse on the moon when the dark bird flies
Where is the keeper in his carrion coat?
Where is the child with his father's eyes?
These are the soul cages These are the soul cages The twisted son of the fog bells toll
He's the king of the ninth world
In each and every lobster cage
These are the souls of the broken factories
A tortured human soul
The dead accounting of old guilty promises
The subject slaves of the broken crown
These are the souls of the broken town These are the soul cages
These are the soul cages "I have a wager," the brave child spoke
The fisherman laughed, though disturbed at the joke And if the drink leaves me standing, a soul shall go free"
"You will drink what I drink, but you must equal me
"I have here a cask of most magical wine
It's wrung from the blood of the sailors who died
A vintage that blessed every ship in the line Young, white bodies adrift in the tide"
"And what's in it for me, my pretty young thing?
Why should I whistle, when the caged bird sings?
If you lose a wager with the king of the sea You'll spend the rest of forever in the cage with me?"
These are the soul cages
These are the soul cages A body lies open in the fisherman's yard
One less soul in the soul cages
Like the side of a ship where the iceberg rips
One last curse on the fisherman's lips These are the soul cages
These are the soul cages
Swim to the light Swim to the light
He dreamed of the ship on the sea
To a place they could never be found
It would carry his father and he
To a place far away from this town
A Newcastle ship without coals
They would sail to the island of souls.
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