Hear the wind work the valley looking for the dead

for the spirit is hunting for the truths that have been said

Cross and sword lying on the ground
she was the victim of earth and those I found

Call for freedom
call wanton life inside
the mind and I will
take the spirit overtime

Child of nature skips the visit
and the will is the same
if you look for me
I will take your name

Drowning river
climbing mountain
all look the same
in the window of her diary
you will be the flame

Seek her body
in the evening
take her soul there too
I looking for another
but I will settle for you

Kill of time and wisdom
much the same
in the quiet of evil
you always call my name

Fear escapes the lips
and each of you I claim

inside the pillage
of your thousandth year
no freedom only fear

See my shadow
as it covers
and the gloom
is still the same

call me anything you want
but I will not forget your name

Band of dread in the valley

fueled by blood on the hill of hatred

I never get my fill it is accepted
I own you
my new kill

Count the time
and the bodies
upon the fire
left to burn

and in the sleep of forever
your new name I learn

Cover ages
in the willow
take the voice to pain

in the will of the axe
you all look the same

Madam guillotine I knew her

a friend I will tell

if there isn't war and pestilence

then I would be left in hell

Begging and pleading with that I grow and see

in the view of the blood let

I set a few purists free

Count the whiskey bottles

see them hanging from a new tree

crosses burn in the road side

just for the likes of me

Roll of thunder of illness

frogs falling from the sky

if you wonder what is going on

all you have to do is die

Hear the wind work the valley
looking for the dead

for the spirit is hunting
for the truths that have been said