Blood Red Stain Dark gothic Western blues — haunting, mysterious, slow-burning and cinematic. Verse 1 There’s a blood red stain on the saloon floor, A broken whiskey glass beside the door. The candles flicker, the shadows crawl, A lonely photograph hangs crooked on the wall. The sheriff’s boots left tracks in the dust, His silver badge has turned to rust. Nobody talks of what went down, That terrible night in a nameless town. Chorus Blood red stain, won’t wash away, Some ghosts are born and some never fade. Buried in silence, beneath the ground, The truth still walks through this ghostly town. Blood red stain, tell me why, Some secrets live long after we die. Verse 2 A black crow watches from the telegraph wire, The wind carries whispers from a funeral pyre. An old revolver beneath the bed, A thousand words that were never said. The preacher swears that the soul was saved, But the devil still walks by the unmarked grave. And somewhere beyond the cemetery gate, A lost man’s shadow is learning to wait. Chorus Blood red stain, won’t wash away, Some ghosts are born and some never fade. Buried in silence, beneath the ground, The truth still walks through this ghostly town. Bridge – Deep spoken, gravelly vocal You can bury the body, You can burn the clothes, You can silence the witness, But the river knows. And when the moonlight Falls across the plain, The past comes riding Through the blood red rain. Final Chorus – Haunting, bigger vocal Blood red stain, beneath the moon, A lonely bell in a forgotten saloon. Time may pass, but the scars remain, Nothing stays hidden beneath the rain. Blood red stain, forevermore, A ghost still waits outside the door. Outro – Lonely tremolo surf guitar One shot fired… One soul betrayed… A blood red stain… That never fades.
