Sons of Darkness

I sure do hope my work impresses whoever is watching up above
But either way I see no reason to end my crusade when I’ve just begun
My children buried, their grave marked with stone
Who might be next, well I’m just dying to know
What’s this? I think someone is outside
Maybe they will be next in line
Abram Stone we’ve surrounded your home
We have your axe in possession and we know you’re alone
Come out and join us, we mean you no harm
We have a few things we’d like to discuss
They all must take me for a simpleton
That is quite a length of rope for a friendly discussion
I’ll have you know that I have God on my side
And I’m warning you now, I’ll win this fight
The end is nigh
You must answer for your crimes / lack of faith
And when you die, we won’t pray that your soul be saved
The end is nigh!
Blood for blood, and so it shall flow
Give unto the lord, unsheathe thy banjo
Each note that he plucks brings a whirlwind of death
Hearken to ragtime doom
It’s perfect, it’s sacred, divine
No one left alive
One hundred murders, five strings