Typhoon

When the storm blows the sea In the wind you'll wait for me And we'll meet by the quay Sad and sweet and fair and free So I go and it blows From a place where no man knows And it holds and it grips And it sings to sunken ships So we ride by the tide To the fates that hide inside By the deep, by the dive By the dark I will survive By the foam, by the spray I shall meet the coming day Man the oars, beat the drums Hold tight, here it comes No more sweat, no more blood Holy God, Holy God No more sweat, no more blood Holy God, Holy God No more sweat, no more blood Holy God, Holy God No more sweat, no more blood Holy God, Holy God No more sweat, no more blood Holy God, Holy God