The Klan

The countryside was cold and still
There were three crosses on the hill
Each one wore a burning hood
To hide its rotten core of wood

And I cried Father
I hear an iron sound
Hey, hoofbeats on the frozen ground

Downhill the riders came
Lord, it was a cryin' shame
To see the blood upon their whips
To hear the snarling of their lips

And I called Mother
I feel a stabbing pain
Hey blood flows down like summer's rain, summer's rain

Each one wore a mask of white
To hide his cruel face from sight
Each one took the hungry breath
Out of the empty lungs of death

And I cried Sister, hey Sister
Raise my bloody head
It's so lonesome
To be dead, be dead

He who rides with the Klan
Is a devil and not a man
For underneath his white disguise
I've looked into his eyes

And I cried Brother
Stand by me
It's not too easy
To be free

Brother, Sister, hey Mother, hey Father
Stand by me
Hey it's not too easy
To be free
To be free