Gray salt crusts on the heavy door
Cold wind rattles the wooden floor
Red mud clings to the traveler's boot
Evil grows from a blackened root
The iron bell tolls for the dead
The crows gather overhead
Sanctuary of ash and bone
A heavy seed that hate has sown
Walking through the crimson rain
Searing heat and a jagged pain
Steel blades bite through the frozen mist
A dying prayer on a shaking wrist
Gold coins glint in a dead man's hand
Blood seeps deep in the thirsty sand
The iron bell tolls for the dead
The crows gather overhead
Sanctuary of ash and bone
A heavy seed that hate has sown
Walking through the crimson rain
Searing heat and a jagged pain
Old stone walls hold a bitter scent
Every soul here is warped and bent
Burning oil in a rusted pan
Death arrives for the working man
The high peak hides a demon's glare
Cold white smoke fills the mountain air
I watch the coast from my lonely height
Praying for a flicker of light
Sanctuary of ash and bone
A heavy seed that hate has sown
Walking through the crimson rain
Searing heat and a jagged pain
Black ink spills on a parchment page
A locked bird in a rusted cage
The tide rolls in with a salty roar
Washing ghosts on the rocky shore
Sanctuary of ash and bone
A heavy seed that hate has sown
Walking through the crimson rain
Searing heat and a jagged pain
Keep the oil flowing slow
Watch the red river flow.
