Hard Rain...

The ancient river rises in the night,
The pouring rain is washing out the track.
We take the gold and run into the light,
The modern archers never turning back.

Woah-oh, woah-oh! The sirens start to scream,
Hey-ya, hey-ya! The water’s rising high!
You cannot wash away this bloody dream,
The storm will judge who lives
and who will die
Woah-oh-eh-ah...

The law is broken by the sheriff’s hand,
The dirty badges sparkle in the mud.
The outlaws are the kings of drowning land,
Our covenant is written in the flood.

Woah-oh, woah-oh! The sirens start to scream,
Hey-ya, hey-ya! The water’s rising high
You cannot wash away this bloody dream,
The storm will judge who lives
 and who will die
Woah-oh-eh-ah...
 
The hardest rain will wash away the mask
The roaring water makes the choices clear
To find the truth is now our final task,
The villains and the heroes will appear.

Hey-ya-ha...
The secrets that the rain will keep...
Hey-ya-ha...
Into the silent deep...