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Fury so hot, Hate so black
Tim Tobin

By night I stood, Did my job
And watched over
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Thank you for my gifts
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

By day I worked, By night I watched
And cherished my gifts
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Spring came, Winter left
And there are crops to grow for
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Fields to plow, Stones to move
Corn ands beans to sow for
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Too far, too far, too far
The field was too far away for
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Indians with paint, horses with hoofs
They came, they burned, they stole
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
They took your gifts from me
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Plains of grass, Deserts of sand
There will I will look for
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Found in a ditch, Just pieces
A rag doll is left of
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

My job, My failure
I weep for the unwatched
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Fury so hot, Hate so black
They consume my heart
Find Them, Find Them, Find Them, and
Destroy Them, you see

Evil came, Entered my house
It came that day in the field
Find Them, Find Them, Find Them, and
Destroy Them, you see

Searched the plains and desert, No sign
Where are the paint and hoofs
Find them, Find Them, Find Them, and
Destroy Them, you see

They are found, They are death waiting
I kill the paint and hoofs
Find Them, Find Them, Find Them, and
Destroy Them, you see

Destruction reigned, Blood flowed red
What would they think of me
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Two left, no paint or hoofs
A mother and child run, not
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

The mother and child see me, My shame
I fall to my knee and look to
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Home now, Laid to rest
They are here with me again
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Now take your gifts back to your Home
Rachael and Margaret
My wife and daughter, you see