Reckoning in the Valley

The wind don’t blow in the valley of dry bones It just circles ‘round the secrets that we keep I’ve been walking through the fire in my Sunday best While the devil tries to catch me in my sleep There’s a shadow at the pulpit, a whisper in the pew A debt that’s owed in blood and overdue The choir’s singing flat, the preacher’s lost his tongue But the reckoning has only just begun.

Say my name, let it rattle through your chest Say my name, give the wicked man no rest When the lightning cracks the sky and the truth comes bleeding free Who’s standing in the wreckage? Yeah, dats me.

I saw a silver dollar on a dead man’s eyes Reflecting all the prayers he never said You can bury all the evidence in hallowed ground But the spirit never stays inside the bedI’m the thorn inside the crown, the rust upon the gate The hand that turns the heavy wheel of fate You’re looking for a savior with a gentle, healing touch But I’m the kind of mercy that’s gonna hurt too much.

Say my name, let it rattle through your chest Say my name, give the wicked man no rest When the lightning cracks the sky and the truth comes bleeding free Who’s standing in the wreckage?Yeah, dats me.

Don’t look behind the curtain if you can’t handle the light. Don’t call upon the morning if you’re married to the night. I’m the alpha and the omega of your own private hell. The sound of one lone hammer ringing out the funeral bell

Who’s the one who stayed when everyone else had to flee?Look me in the eyes, sinner! Yeah, dats me!

Say my name, let it rattle through your chest Say my name, give the wicked man no rest When the lightning cracks the sky and the truth comes bleeding free Who’s standing in the wreckage?Yeah, dats me.

Yeah, dats me.Walking through the garden.Yeah, dats me.Holding the keys.Say my name.

Amen.(Amen)

Amen. (Amen)