John Brown

A wind from the timber hills blew through your soul and your bones.

A fire from the burning South was scorching the black mans hope.

Gather your family and terrorize slavery.

Hunt the enemy down.

In the name of liberty you stormed through Virginia and found.

Thunder of war all around.

And there's blood on your bible John Brown.

Yes there is blood on your bible John Brown.

You raided the armory to seize the guns of evil.

You shot down a free man in hopes of gaining control.

Richmond militiamen rode through the night.

Aiming to shoot you down.

In the hopes of freedom you stood your ground and found.

A morning of death all around.

And they are howling for blood John Brown.

Yes they're howling for blood John Brown.

Madman or martyr - killer or hero

Robert E Lee tracked you down.

Are you glory bound and found?

Or are you burning in hell John Brown?

This is your holy war - never mind right or wrong.

In the Kansas winter mist a bloody encounter in town.

Witness the tragedy - brutal and endlessly.

Destiny's got you now.

On your mission of urgency you opened your eyes and found.

A murderous underground.

And your freedom is bleeding John Brown.

Yes your freedom is bleeding John Brown.

Hangman or soldier - vengeance or destiny.

A Civil War noose is yours now.

Are you high on your horse and crowned?

Or are you burning in hell John Brown?

Found guilty of murder your mesmerized by the sound.

From the rope in the wind of the gallows awaiting you now.

Fearing your destiny out on the hanging tree.

Fate is staring you down.

At the end of the journey your bones will decay in the ground.

Leaving your soul all unwound.

And there's blood on your bible John Brown.

Yes there is blood on your bible John Brown.

Madman or martyr - killer or hero

Robert E Lee tracked you down.

Are you glory bound and found?

Or are you burning in hell John Brown?

Are you burning in hell John Brown?