Skies turn black
here the crows call
prayers for the dead
when this world will fall
fall, fall. fall,
as the skies turn black!
as a small child in the leaves i lay
wishing i had my friends to play
voices called in the night
tame the fear
tame the fright
as child we laughed we wept
then id lay my head and rest
come on child take my hand
ill lead you to the promise land
children shouldnt play with dead things x4
in the days of october
we chant sacred phrases
wind and the moon
shiftt through the phases
down this dark and dirty road
to the dead the monuments rose
creatures unstill wanting to kill
never in life got their fill so come on child
take my hand ill lead you to the promise land
skies turn black
hear the crows call
prayers for the dead
when this world will fall
fall fall fall
we all fall down
we all have hunger
we all have pain
w ewander through life
through this shiftless game
oh mother
oh mother
hide your children
oh mother
dont let them do what i have done
oh mother
hide your children
dont let em
play with dead things
