Prairie Wind Holy Locust

There's blood in the water
There's blood in the water
Turn back, turn back too late

There's a ghost in the altar
There's a ghost in the altar
Upon the rocks the skulls now shattered lay

Eviscerated cold
Sold for silver and the weight of gold
Until the red sun set in their pale eyes

Ravenous lament
Macerated and then left for dead
Now they scorn all that they held sentimеntal

There's ore in thе mountain
There's ore in the mountain
Now mercury falls through the sand and stone

There's blood in the water
There's blood in the water
Turn back, turn back too late

Ravenous lament
Macerated and then left for dead
Now they scorn all that they held sentimental