Red Summer
Crimson Chronicles: A Tale of Redemption in a Texas Night
Lyrics
It was well after midnight on a July Texas night
Describes the setting as late at night in July in Texas.
When they rode out on their horses with fire burning in their eyes
People riding horses with intense determination and hostility.
The thunder from the riders could be heard a mile away
The noise from the riders was loud and carried far.
Jones knew they were coming, so his kinfolk began to pray
Anticipation of a threat led to prayers among the family.
There were shotgun blasts like lightning strikes in the dark midnight sky
Guns firing rapidly, chaotic and unpredictable like lightning in the dark.
All the demons from the pits of hell came running through the night
Metaphorically describing extreme malevolence and chaos.
But their cold hearts thawed when they saw the shade of blood from the veins
Violence softened momentarily seeing the shared humanity in blood.
Of men and women, boys and girls. It was all the same
Regardless of age or gender, victims were all the same in death.
But the moon was red and the men were dead. There was nothing left to do
The scene was horrific with deaths, leaving no solution.
Cause there weren't no sinless souls alive. And only God could sort it through
Recognizing the absence of innocent people and the need for divine judgment.
Before the morning dew could quench the fires, the mayor was on the phone
Quick response from authority figures to the crisis.
He had the governor in a tizzy. He was begging, Don't leave us alone
Political figures pleading for help and support.
So the guard came and took all the guns in the town
Authorities taking control by confiscating weapons.
It was Marshall law in Texas from sun up until sun down
Enforcement of strict rules for an entire day.
But they couldn't change the hearts of men who were bound to their chain
Unable to change prejudiced mindsets blaming others for issues.
Of judging others for their skin. They were out to shift the blame
Refusal to acknowledge personal responsibility by shifting blame.
Cause they couldn't stand the cold hard truth that they were all just the same
Denial of the truth that everyone shares the same essence.
Souls bound in blood and skin and bones; they all had names
Highlighting the common humanity despite external differences.
But the moon was red and the men were dead. There was nothing left to do
Reiteration of the grim situation with no resolution.
Cause there weren't no sinless souls alive. And only God could sort it through
Emphasizing the absence of innocence and need for divine judgment again.
Yeah the moon was red and the men were dead. There was nothing left to do
Repeating the hopeless situation and need for divine intervention.
Cause there weren't no sinless souls alive. And only God could sort it through
Reiterating the absence of innocence and dependence on divine judgment.
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