Curse of the Burning Hood

(Verse 1) Oh, gather ‘round, ye drunken souls, I’ve got a tale to tell, Of bastards clad in hoods of white, they’ve carved a path through hell. They claim their god’s upon their side, but their hands are stained with red, A fucking gang of cowards, spreading terror where they tread! (Chorus) So curse the Klan, may their torches die, May their bones be crushed ‘neath a blood-red sky! Let the rivers rise, let the fires burn, And may those bastards never return! (Verse 2) They crawl like roaches through the night, with crosses set aflame, Spewing filth and poison, hiding faces filled with shame. But hear me now, ye wretched swine, your time is running thin, For every lash, for every crime, the tide will turn again! (Chorus) So curse the Klan, may their torches die, May their bones be crushed ‘neath a blood-red sky! Let the rivers rise, let the fires burn, And may those bastards never return! (Bridge - Spoken, angry!) A curse upon your bloodline, a curse upon your name, May the earth reject your rotten souls and cast you into flame! For every tear, for every scream, for every life you stole, The devil’s got a place for you, to roast your fucking soul! (Chorus - All voices roaring!) So curse the Klan, may their torches die, May their bones be crushed ‘neath a blood-red sky! Let the rivers rise, let the fires burn, And may those bastards never return! (Outro - Slow, eerie) So drink up, lads, and raise your glass, to justice yet to come, For hate shall fall, and love shall stand, when all their deeds are done…