[Verse 1]

Sulking, holds her stride through the leaves

Antlers lace her hair with feathers and teeth

Holes are her eyes, sunk and black

Born of thorn and thistle along the tracks

[Verse 2]

Her hands are the frost on your breath

Her tongue makes the Blue Ridge reek of death

River county, ready all your pyres

Appalachian witch forged in the fires

[Chorus]

Oh, lead the children to the hills

You run when I call

There's blood in the plains tonight

And hеr howl calls their names to her sidе

[Post-Chorus]

Well, I met her in them broken pines

And I asked her "What's it take?"

And I drank blood from her dirty hands

Now blood is all I taste

[Verse 3]

Now

Oh, oh-oh oh lord

Woah, oh-oh oh lord

Preacher holds his cross like a knife and gun

But god ain't saving you or anyone

Hunter and the harvest lie the same

Something's gotta pay for us to stay

[Chorus]

The storm crawling down the banks

The sky it falls

Sick of all the rot in our veins

And they set the mountains ablaze

[Post-Chorus]

As fire stretched across them hills

And I wretched from our mistake

Our babies bones all through the woods

And no witches for our stakes