We were quiet. Not anymore. A fast, cold pulse. 130 BPM and no forgiveness. The beat doesn’t rise — it grinds forward. Rise, Red River, Rise! as we dream warmth among the dead. Rise, Red River, Rise! they paid us coins for veins of lead. Rise, Red River, Rise! an oath of hunger—blood instead. They wore our prayers as woven crowns, they built their thrones on broken towns. They spoke of order — we heard the pound of chains, remains, the pain underground Rise — red river, rise. Let the heavens memorize our cries. Their feasts are over. Their saints are frauds. Rise, Red River, Rise! as we dream warmth among the dead. Rise, Red River, Rise! they paid us coins for veins of lead. Rise, Red River, Rise! an oath of hunger—blood instead. Rise — red river, rise. Let the heavens memorize our cries. Their feasts are over. Their saints are frauds. [Instrumental] Rise — red river, rise. Let the heavens memorize our cries. Their feasts are over. Their saints are frauds. Red rage, red rain, red roar — the last, the least, the lost restore. Red rage, red rain, red roar — we take what we were begging for. Rise, Red River, Rise! as we dream warmth among the dead. Rise, Red River, Rise! they paid us coins for veins of lead. Rise, Red River, Rise! an oath of hunger—blood instead.