The children whose hearts were so whole and pure
In his empty hands
He killed and made [Incomprehensible] in his empty hands
Empty, empty hands
Oh with his empty, his empty
In his empty hands, the children all came in his empty hands
He came to fight in a battle with no guns or money
They said "Hey boy what you lookin' at" as they eyed his dreaded mane
In his empty hands, oh with his empty hands, in his empty hands
He said "My father has sent me I've come back to reclaim"
Now it's you who'll die in pain
With his empty hands, with his empty hands
So they lynched the man who fooled the word
When he came, he knew there would be bloodshed
And all the children gathered in his empty hands
Oh with his empty hands, in his empty hands
But with his empty hands and with his empty hands
But still no violence made his plans
