[Verse 1]
Countryside was cold and still
And there were three crosses on the hill
And each one wore a burning hood
To hide a rotten core of wood
And I said "Father! Father! I hear an iron sound
Hoofbeats on the frozen ground"
[Verse 2]
And downhill the riders came
Lord it was a crying shame
To see the blood upon their whips
And to hear the snarling from their lips
And I cried "Mother! Mother! I feel a stabbing pain
Blood flows down like summer's rain"
[Verse 3]
And each one wore a mask of white
To hide his cruel face from sight
Each one sucked a hungry breath
Out of the empty lungs of death
And I said "Sister! Sister! I need you to take my hand
It's always lonely when it's time to stand"
[Verse 4]
He who rides with the Klan
Is a devil and not a man
For underneath his white disguise
I have looked into his eyes
And I said 'Brother! Brother! Stand by me
It's not so easy to be free"
Countryside was cold and still
And there were three crosses on the hill
And each one wore a burning hood
To hide a rotten core of wood
And I said "Father! Father! I hear an iron sound
Hoofbeats on the frozen ground"
[Verse 2]
And downhill the riders came
Lord it was a crying shame
To see the blood upon their whips
And to hear the snarling from their lips
And I cried "Mother! Mother! I feel a stabbing pain
Blood flows down like summer's rain"
[Verse 3]
And each one wore a mask of white
To hide his cruel face from sight
Each one sucked a hungry breath
Out of the empty lungs of death
And I said "Sister! Sister! I need you to take my hand
It's always lonely when it's time to stand"
[Verse 4]
He who rides with the Klan
Is a devil and not a man
For underneath his white disguise
I have looked into his eyes
And I said 'Brother! Brother! Stand by me
It's not so easy to be free"
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