Paper Rifles - Blood on the Wind

Hail to the thief and a witch on trial
The wood burns fast on a righteous fire
Coffins and coffers are theirs to fill
And the truth will rot on a traitor's hill

There's blood in the water, oh my god
There's blood on the wind

That was my truth now you tell me yours
It's the loudest voices that matter most
So stock up your cellars and bar your doors
Now that war is peace and that peace is war

There's blood in the water, oh my god
There's blood on the wind

The faithful pray to heaven and the faithless gasp for air
Cemeteries are all we need to lay our liars bare

There's blood in the water, oh my god
There's blood on the wind

Written by:
Jon Dick

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