The Day Hell Broke Loose At Sicard Hollow

It was so cold which was unusual for this time of year
We had been camped out here for sometime now
The woods always bring out a sense of peace
But that was soon to change

They took us by surprise
With sleep in our eyes, hell broke loose

There were shots going off like it was the fourth of July
This wasn't the law
Just some wannabe heroes who got tired of our ways
And got their chance at fame
How they found us out here was a thought
That doesn't really matter now
For the first time in my life that I could remember, it had come time for us to pay... and that we did
It was like shooting fish in a barrel, and we sure didn't hear any angels singing

We lived for the moment
And this was all happening way too fast
And way too soon

There was no time for goodbyes
As hard as I've grown I'll miss 'em
I've loved you all more than these weary hands could shot
I wouldn't want to be buried any other way
I am not sure if these writings will ever grace another's eyes
But if they do, be assured we will carry on
This is the story of our Mother Maylene
And us, Her proud sons of disaster
A LEGEND THAT WILL NEVER DIE