It was the year the crows and the locusts came The fields drank dry the rain The fields are bleeding
Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright She puts some water on the wound And hums a little tune while her courage puddles on the ground Pooling, pooling
See the murder and the swarm descend And the night is getting thick, the moon turning her tricks She'll betray you every time
It was the year the crows and the locusts came The fields drank dry the rain The fields are bleeding It was the age the foxes came for the fields We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel and pray for mercy, pray for mercy
The rumble is low and the heat is high Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky Gonna chase away the devil when that song does rise Gonna plead the blood, gonna plead the blood
It was the year the crows and the locusts came The fields drank dry the rain The fields are bleeding It was the age the foxes came for the fields We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel and pray for mercy, pray for mercy
She limps on up to the top of a mound Looks at the faltered harvest Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose And the knowing in her guts, something's still gonna grow She ain't leavin' 'til it does
What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood What can make me whole again? Nothing but the bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
