Shrine of The Crows - The Black River Knows My Name

I done walked that mile through the cypress gloom, Where the frogs sing psalms to a watery tomb. Moonlight drips like oil on the reeds, And the wind hums hymns the world don’t need. There’s a hum in the mud that calls me near, Whispers older than mortal fear. Something down deep remembers my shame, The black river knows my name. Oh, that black river knows my name, It hums in tongues I can’t reclaim. Every note I play, it bends the flame, Yeah, the black river knows my name. I seen faces float in the shimmerin’ tide, Eyes like lanterns, open wide. They call me brother, they call me son, They say the deal ain’t ever done. A serpent choir begins to croon, Low and slow ‘neath the dead man’s moon. I bend my notes till my throat bleeds, And the soil itself begins to breathe. Oh, that black river knows my name, It hums in tongues I can’t reclaim. Every chord’s a curse I can’t contain, Yeah, the black river knows my name. Now the stars are hummin’ low in the trees, Tuned to the pitch of eternity’s keys. The blues ain’t twelve bars, it’s a circle of bone, Once you start playin’, you ain’t ever alone. So if you see a light on the water’s skin, And hear a song callin’ from within, Don’t follow the sound, don’t speak that name, Lest the black river remember your shame. Oh, that black river knows my name, It hums in tongues I can’t reclaim. Every chord’s a curse I can’t contain, Yeah, the black river knows my name. The black river… knows… my name.