It was the year 
The crows and the locusts came 
The fields drained dry the rain 
The fields are bleeding 

"Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright" 
She puts some water on the wound and hums a little tune 
While her courage puddles on the ground
Pooling, pooling 

See the murder and the swarm descend 
And the night is getting thick 
The moon telling her tricks 
She'd betray her every time 

It was the year 
The crows and the locusts came 
The fields drained dry the rain 
The fields are bleeding 

It was the age 
The foxes came for the fields 
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel 
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy 

The rumble is low and the heat is high 
Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky 
Gonna chase away the devil when that sun does rise 
Gonna plead the blood, gonna plead the blood 

It was the year 
The crows and the locusts came 
The fields drained dry the rain 
The fields are bleeding 

It was the age 
The foxes came for the fields 
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel 
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy 

She limps on up to the top of a mount 
Looks at the faltered harvest 
Feels her sweat in the ground
And the burn in her nose 
And the knowing in her guts 
Something's still gonna grow 
She ain't leaving 'till it does. 

What can wash away my sin 
Nothing but the blood
What can make me whole again 
Nothing but the blood