All my days
I say my prayers
I close my eyes
And break my bread
I lift my head
Under burning sun
I wait for mother’s
Hand to come
And lift me up
To the heavens high
Under cauldron red
Fire burning sky
My legs in chains
Shackled down
The earthen lead
Holds me now
In it’s muddy grip
With it’s fingertips
I’m a lonely child
On my mother’s hip
Blood trickles down
On my beaten brow
The cold sweat stings
All of master’s sins
My heart it aches
His bough gon’ break
When he hears the sounds
Of the angel’s wings
On the heels of hounds
As the devil sings
“Gonna hunt him down”
“Gonna hunt him down”
“Gonna hunt him down”
“Gonna hunt him down”
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