I feel a cold wind blowing through my racial soul,
it's a long forgotten wind that every man should know.
The darkened sky looks foreboding in it's wake beyond the eyes of hurricanes, a storm about to break.
A long forgotten wind, a long forgotten wind has started to blow again! Through my racial soul!
A long forgotten wind, a long forgotten wind has started to blow again! Through my racial soul!
A rising tide higher than before, volcanic uprise beyond abandoned shores.
A pale moon gazes gently up above, bringing light to darkness, bringing hatred to my love.
A long forgotten wind, a long forgotten wind has started to blow again! Through my racial soul!
A long forgotten wind, a long forgotten wind has started to blow again and that is why I say.....
Hey someday, the rain will come again and wash these bloodstained streets away!
Hey someday, the rain will come again and wash these bloodstained streets away!