Setting Sun Miracle of Sound

Red stain on the grain of the timber
Obscured in the trees and the towns
There's a sinister scent on the wind
Our time's gonna come around
The red sun is going down

There's a devil inside of us all now
There's a giant to bring to the ground
He's takin' us out when he falls
Our time's gonna come around
The red sun is going down

And there's a price to pay
For all that we have done
Turn my eyes away
And watch the setting sun

Grey ghosts in the smoke of the campfires
They weep and they wail with no sound
They darken the lights and the lamps
Our time's gonna come around
The red sun is going down

There's a sting on the gasp of my breath now
There's a mark on the wrists ever bound
Raw rings in the cycle of death
Our time's gonna come around
The red sun is going down