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 s**ed 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