Big yellow moon up high
Four legged thunder, clay so red
Haven't got time to ponder
Haven't got patience to wake the dead
Memories of a troubled past
Memories of lives lived up fast
Can't seem to quench the fire
Old religions pull the reins
Some folks born to suffer
So many Abels, too many Cains
Free men feed each other
Chained men feed the envy inside
When darkness walks behind you, a seeming attack
The wolf is your redeemer, but don't look back
Hammer and the sickle, the white crescent moon
The cross and the star, not enough room
You're your own redeemer
You're your own redeemer
Born in the Southland
Learned about courage, learned about grace
When will this war be over?
Think about struggles we will face
Will we find a path?
Free from shame, not in haste?
When we choose our battles
We can choose our resting place?
You're your own redeemer; you're your own redeemer
You're your own redeemer; you're your own redeemer
Four legged thunder, clay so red
Haven't got time to ponder
Haven't got patience to wake the dead
Memories of a troubled past
Memories of lives lived up fast
Can't seem to quench the fire
Old religions pull the reins
Some folks born to suffer
So many Abels, too many Cains
Free men feed each other
Chained men feed the envy inside
When darkness walks behind you, a seeming attack
The wolf is your redeemer, but don't look back
Hammer and the sickle, the white crescent moon
The cross and the star, not enough room
You're your own redeemer
You're your own redeemer
Born in the Southland
Learned about courage, learned about grace
When will this war be over?
Think about struggles we will face
Will we find a path?
Free from shame, not in haste?
When we choose our battles
We can choose our resting place?
You're your own redeemer; you're your own redeemer
You're your own redeemer; you're your own redeemer