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