American Primeval

This land is raw its soil runs red
With the blood of the living and cries of the dead
The weak get buried the strong take their claim
But the fires of survival burn just the same
In a world of the damned only the strong survive
Faith turns to ashes and blood keeps us alive
No mercy here just the devil's plan
We fight we fall in the outlaw's land
The cross swings low the blade cuts deep
Cults light their fires while the widows weep
No peace in the shadows just blood and stone
This land takes all and it keeps its own
In a world of the damned only the strong survive
Faith turns to ashes and blood keeps us alive
No mercy here just the devil's plan
We fight we fall in the outlaw's land
I've seen the dawn stained in crimson light
Each morning breaks with the cost of the fight
The soil it drinks it swallows our pride
Out here the law is to kill or survive
The soil bears witness to sins untold
The weak lie silent their stories cold
This new world's birth is a vengeful cry
Where faith is broken and all must die
In a world of the damned only the strong survive
Faith turns to ashes and blood keeps us alive
No mercy here just the devil's plan
We fight we fall in the outlaw's land