Hatchet - Sleepwalkers

Above the fall line

Lake Tear of The Clouds

Acomo bled red

Rodinia, southbound

manned but outflanked

They abandoned their posts

He shot a rider on the riverside

Staining his buckskin coat

With the barricades down

Cutthroat & sold

the Bear River ran red

so violently slow

so they ran to the hills

from Richmond to Roanoke

the phantom of the north is after me

Hatchet lay there cold