The South Will Rise

Drink it away

Medicate

A catalyst for it to operate

Sons of the fallen

Seed of the flies

The raven is calling

The south, it will rise

Crawling from darkness

Makes way to the surface

Feeding my weakness

Tells me I am powerless

Smoke it away

Medicate

A catalyst for it to operate

Sons of the fallen

Seed of the flies

The raven is calling

The south, it will rise

Its hand clutches ruin

Its grip laced with pain

Day in and day out

It's more of the same

The sins of the father

Bruise the back of the sons

No relief from the slaughter

I'm (you're) not the only one