War drums echo

The lead-pourin’ rains beat down so cold

Dark clouds whisper doom, we’re told

We’ve carried this war on our weary backs

Through battle’s hunger and freedom’s cracks

Oh, the thunder roars where the South once stood

From dawn’s first light to the dusk’s dark hood

So many paths through these blood-soaked fields

But only one truth this old rifle yields

If war drums echo ‘cross this fractured land

And hellfire burns where the righteous stand

Just whisper, brothers, through the smoke and shame—

We’ll saddle our ghosts… and ride home again

Don’t let the crow scream o’er this cursed plain

Where the dirt drinks deep our brothers’ pain

We’re bound to rise, though the earth may claim—

We ain’t dyin’ today, we’re stokin’ the flame

If war drums echo ‘cross this fractured land

And hellfire burns where the righteous stand

Just whisper, brothers, through the smoke and shame—

We’ll saddle our ghosts… and ride home again

If war drums echo ‘cross this fractured land

And hellfire burns where the righteous stand

Just whisper, brothers, through the smoke and shame—

We’ll saddle our ghosts… and ride home again

The stars still hang on Dixie’s veil…

But truth’s a bullet that won’t rust or pale