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From West Point down that dusty trail
We fought the Mexican campaign
For a Texas star and a promise made in vain
Then Lincoln's talk and a brother's angry glance
Tore the flag we bled for, stole our final chance
The night fire paints the heavens crimson red
A brutal promise in the sky
Reflected in this farmhand's eye
The rifle cold, a silent, burning vow
Watching the master's acres burning now
The law of war is carved in blood and mud
The victor's right, the loser's wrong
And the Southern tide was turned back by the flood
That General Grant unleashed the whole year long
The third year broke, the waves of Federal Blue
They stormed the line with fury and with steel
And General Lee's gray soldiers, worn and few
Watched the lines all break and fortunes reel
The night fire paints the heavens crimson red
A brutal promise in the sky
Reflected in this farmhand's eye
The rifle cold, a silent, burning vow
Watching the master's acres burning now
They say compassion's born in halls of state
But life's a ditch where forgotten men reside
And every soul in chains just has to wait
'Til patience snaps and fury turns the tide
A switch was flipped inside this broken man
The trail went cold, the river turned to black
It forged the pain of years into a plan
And turned the victim to the hangman on the track
The night fire paints the heavens crimson red
A brutal promise in the sky
Reflected in this farmhand's eye
The rifle cold, a silent, burning vow
Watching the master's acres burning now
