Routes

A black snake beneath the ground Extinction dripping from his mouth Poisons water, hearts of men Who choke the sky and rape 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) One 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 rape the land I stand with you To the sky, voices singing On and on, never ending In the night, drums are beating On and on, never ending --- Routes - Lamb of God and Chuck Billy