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 be back before first light
 We must run La Chasse Galerie
 Make a deal with the Devil
 He'll give us what we need
 On a flying canoe we ride
 To the révellion or die
 And then the Devil appeared and the rules he made quite clear
 Touch not a cross or swear on the Lord's name
 Or your soul is lost
 Be back before the 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 eased of all our fear, LOOK OUT!
 For the church ahead
 Turn away or we'll be dead
 Not far to the révellion
 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 cheer
 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 hit a cross but not a
 Shard touched one of us
 Our souls are not yet lost
 Let's ride tonight across the skies
 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 attempt La Chasse Gallerie