Routes By Lamb Of God
A black snake beneath the ground
Extinction dripping from his mouth
Poisons water, hearts of men
Who choke the sky and *** the land
A legacy of endless greed
And manifested destiny
Draws a map of stolen names
The truth is known but nothing’s changed
But on the bitter winds, we fly
(I come to you, I come to you)
To where the seven fires burn, we ride
(To stand with you, to stand with you)
A hundred years and more have passed
Since blood was spilled that greased the grass
Across the river hired guns
Are standing on a hill of bones
They built a deadly liquid road
A deed to that which can’t be owned
Beneath the eyes of iron hawks
I stand with those who won’t be bought
Yes on the bitter winds, we fly
(I come to you, I come to you)
To where the seven fires burn, we ride
(To stand with you, to stand with you) (We ride)
A black snake beneath the ground
Extinction dripping from his mouth
Poisons water, hearts of men
Who choke the sky and *** the land
To the sky, voices singing
On and on, never ending
In the night, drums are beating
On and on, never ending
