Written with Christopher Houston

Onto the rock a mother gives birth
the red blood of her life stains this earth
a gift from our gods, the voice of the beat
as drums call the rain to battle the heat
A calling cry flies through the valleys
a calling cry the blood’s run dry

In madness and panic we stab at the sands
but the red that we find is the blood on our hands
we dig through the night and toil through the day
in search of the earth the gods took away
In a cave hyenas barking
In a cave the blood is found

The rain in the distance follows our drums
the beat strikes like lightning birds as the rain comes
it washes the rock where our mothers once bled
and blood flows in rivers which stain the earth red

A thunder of wings as the sky turns blood red
the reply of our drums, the beat in our heads
our feet and our hands the colour of earth
the ochre, the iron, the taste of rebirth
A river dry is death’s own alley
A river dry as mother’s cry

The rain in the distance follows our drums
the beat strikes like lightning birds as the rains comes
it washes the rock where our mothers once bled
and blood flows in rivers which stain the earth red

Blood on my hands on my body and face
Beating of blood in our hearts, in our veins
We cover the earth we track different mud
We all look the same when we’re covered in blood

Recorded by The Sighs of Monsters and available at Bandcamp.