As long as the grass shall grow As long as the river runs cold My heart will have no room for mercy for you It’s blood I want Nothing else will do
With freedom for all mankind They came marching in with rifles drawn And freedom rang as they fired the first shots And they freely chained us up and marched us off
When you see their burning flag fall like a leaf from a tree And the pounding of the drums overpowering their screams When the sky is glowing red from a fire far away It’ll be my spirit on the wind that blows to fan the flames
As long as the grass shall grow As long as the river runs cold My heart will have no room for mercy for you It’s blood I want Nothing else will do
As long as the grass shall grow As long as the river runs cold You will find me in the words of a song That lay written down in a trail of bones