Battle of Blair Mountain Songtext
von Yfel

A hundred years ago in land of oaken hills
Beyond the mighty battles of the realm
Where burrowed shafts of power open up the earthly depths
Extracting remnants of ancient life turned black

The time of treading water, at its end
Consume your lords and make them pay
There′s a neck to rope for the depths of despair
Crush those Felts who stand in our way

Matewan did not become Ludlow
Hatfield sent them to their graves
United with just cause, we will march
Cast away our shackles, no longer slaves

The time of treading water, at its end
Consume your lords and seize control
There's a neck to rope for the depths of despair
Ankou comes to collect their souls


March towards the mountains
The wheels of oppression turn
Driving forward, united
Their palisades will topple and burn

Time and time and time again
We′ve dug your holes and filled your bins
With blackened ore to black the air
Deemed us low and never fashioned fair

The time of treading water, at its end
Consume your lords and seize control
There's a neck to rope for the depths of despair
Ankou comes to collect their souls

They came with guns and hired hands
To break the strike and seize the land
But the union men would not back down
Their battle cry echoed all around

In the hills of Blair Mountain they stood
The union men would not back down
Determined to be treated as they should
Their battle cry echoed all around


In the hills of Blair Mountain they stood
Against all odds they fought the fight
Determined to be treated as they should
And in the end they won the right

The darkness fell and shadows danced
As the armies took their stand
The clash of steel and the roar of war
Rang out across the land

The ground shook and the air was rent
As the armies clashed with might
The screams of pain and the taste of blood
Filled the air this fateful night

So let this story be a guiding light
For all those who stand against the blight
Together we stand united and strong
Against those who would do us wrong

The time of treading water, at its end
Consume your lords and seize control
There's a neck to rope for the depths of despair
Ankou comes to collect their souls

March towards the mountains
The wheels of oppression turn
Driving forward, united
Their palisades will topple and burn