Dark Hollow Band: Music
River Of Blood
(Dark Hollow Band/Children of the Fire)
I journeyed down to the rivers edge, and saw that it was filled with the dyin' and dead.
I watched thier ships as they raised thier sails and made thier way through the poor man's hell
What kind of education is this they teach? For national pride they stand and preach. They're crossin' thier T's and dottin' thier I's while another lonely pauper dies. And the little ones will never know thet the ones they trust will lay them low and scatter all their dreams like dust on treasures that will fade and rust. And they'll be carrieed away with a flood and drowned beneath a river of blood
While the whole world plays the money game as they crown there heads with sin and shame, they will tell you with a silly grin, you lost today but tommorow you'll win. and world can't see the hypocrisy cause thier to busy tryin' to make ends meet. But business is business , so they say while they send our sons into the battle fray. They come back dead , they come back lame, just a row of pawns in a rich man's game. They make'em proud to answer the call but most of them don't come back at all, And they won't come clean with soap and suds, Cause their hands are stained with the river of blood.
Men ride their words to glory and fame. With pride and honor we embellish their names.
It's time to see things all the way through and stop this fightin' between me and you.
You'll be all alone when you leave this world. No manner what banner or flag you unfurled. All the children are beautiful cause' in their sight all life's full of color not just black and white. From them we could learn a thing or two, but we're to busy teachin' them the things that we do. And nothin' will change the darkness today as long as we teach them our traditional way. It surely is certain the way things will go 'cause the rich are satisfied with the status quo. And the poor man is hungry for a piece of bread, while the middle man sleeps the sleep of the dead. And the new world will never flourish and bud as long as we drink from the river of blood.