Build It High (Tinker's Work Song)
We hear a hammer striking steel, we hear it striking stone
For we’ll construct together what can’t be built alone
With his power, Forged Of Will,
A great tower, we must build,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Our calculations are precise, equations are supreme
We tighten every rafter, and heighten every beam
Strike the anvil, light the torch
Melt the metal in the forge,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Although the city drags us down at an alarming pace,
With stoic perseverance our builders win the race,
Keeping time, keeping shift,
Floors decline, ceilings lift,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. A cedar tree grows straight and true, it is the toughest wood,
We never go against the grain, we are a brotherhood,
Strong of limb, firm of root,
Based in him, resolute,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Our walls hold firm, constructed from materials strong and dense
No ghoul can breach our barriers, we have the best defence
Without pause, just as planned,
Versus claws, versus sand,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Like ants, we work together, like a keystone we support,
Our colony will thrive if we but maintain the fort.
In his style emulate
Mile by mile fabricate
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Our human limitations are a call from the divine
To learn the Tinker’s craft and improve our own design,
A schematic is our plan,
Automatic clockwork man,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. He forged us not for beauty but for strength and brains and sense,
Our value is concrete and its this his power cements,
Our creator is profane
Ever greater is his reign
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die.
For we’ll construct together what can’t be built alone
With his power, Forged Of Will,
A great tower, we must build,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Our calculations are precise, equations are supreme
We tighten every rafter, and heighten every beam
Strike the anvil, light the torch
Melt the metal in the forge,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Although the city drags us down at an alarming pace,
With stoic perseverance our builders win the race,
Keeping time, keeping shift,
Floors decline, ceilings lift,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. A cedar tree grows straight and true, it is the toughest wood,
We never go against the grain, we are a brotherhood,
Strong of limb, firm of root,
Based in him, resolute,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Our walls hold firm, constructed from materials strong and dense
No ghoul can breach our barriers, we have the best defence
Without pause, just as planned,
Versus claws, versus sand,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Like ants, we work together, like a keystone we support,
Our colony will thrive if we but maintain the fort.
In his style emulate
Mile by mile fabricate
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. Our human limitations are a call from the divine
To learn the Tinker’s craft and improve our own design,
A schematic is our plan,
Automatic clockwork man,
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die. He forged us not for beauty but for strength and brains and sense,
Our value is concrete and its this his power cements,
Our creator is profane
Ever greater is his reign
Never tire till the spire scrapes the sky, build it high
And the Tinker rewards us when we die.
