The Last We Wage

Together on the eve of the new year
 In a logging camp in Gatineau
 Far away from the ones we love
 In the desolation and the snow

 Drunk Baptiste says he has a plan
 A plan to travel across this land
 We'll be with our family tonight and back before the first light
 We must run La Chasse Gallerie
 Make a deal with the devil
 He'll give us what we need
 On a flying canoe we ride
 To the réveillon or die

 And then the devil appeared and the rules he made quite clear
 Touch not a cross or swear in the Lord's name
 Or your soul is lost
 Be back before the first light as well
 If not it's straight to hell
 We put our fears aside
 To the rules we will abide

 Let's ride tonight across the sky
 Our souls are on the line
 To be with our families tonight

 The skies are so clear
 So much we're erased of all our fear, LOOK OUT!
 For the church ahead
 Turn away or we'll be dead
 Not far from the réveillon
 So long since I've been home
 Not long 'till the journey's done
 And the party has just begun

 Let's ride tonight across the sky
 Our souls are on the line
 To be with our families tonight
 We'll meet the devil and play his game
 The wage is worth what we will gain

 The drink ever did flow
 And the dancing never slowed
 Alive and we're all here
 So raise your glass and give a cheers

 The devil's eyes are watching us

 Now our time is almost up

 And as the clock struck five we had to leave or die
 We said tearful goodbyes
 But now we must take to the skies

 Onward we went on through the fog
 Our boat did it a cross but not a
 Shard touched one of us
 Our souls are not yet lost

 Let's ride tonight across the sky
 Our souls are on the line
 To be with our families tonight
 We'll meet the devil and play his game
 The wage is worth what we will gain

 The drunk Baptiste nearly said the words that'd damn us all to hell
 With a swift hit he met my fist and overboard he fell
 The rest of us who made it back
 We all did agree
 Never to attempt La Chasse Gallerie