He's a prophet for the minor chord
He's the son of the sea and the witch from within
He's pushing it out
Putting shovel to ground
Better hide what you've found
And put the shovel to ground

I expect another red scare
Another rip in the scar, another tear from within
To tear us all down
And put the shovel to ground
Get it worked out
Add even if they won't call

Dark winds call you there
They call you there
And God you know you got sucked up in hype
But all the screaming turns to static in the whistles of night
And even if they won't call
Dark winds call you there
They call you there