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Blood Moon Rising (Remixed)

by Skymir

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1.
The Badlands 02:16
[Instrumental]
2.
Gasp awake, It's all a dream Awful memory still haunting me The evil thing that I've become My mind has become undone Release it from your soul, before it takes control I stutter just to speak & fall to my knees The eye calls my name Visions driving me insane I don't know where to run I've lost control, what have I done? Lucid atrocities , bring me to my knees A tingle up my spine, it's hard to face what I've left behind. Walking through these desert sands I'm alone in this wretched land I see a figure up ahead A man who I misread. Old & grey he sees my pain Offers me a chance to drift away Take a drink & settle your mind Be ready to leave this world behind! Let's go! I feel it coming on The shadows are close And the dawn is gone The night is all I have left to fear As it pulls me in & I can't hear I try to scream But there's no sound I cannot move, no I am bound I curse that man in a dismal rage A war with myself I'm about to wage Fixed on a light, trapped in time An urgent fear I try to fight I lose my breath, the end of my plight! To this day I won't forget Waking alone as I'm drenched in sweat Whispers gone, nothing left to fear But I still feel a presence near I guess I'll never know That man who cleansed my soul His tea so bitter sweet, took an evil that haunted me!
3.
Make your way down to the local saloon, It's time to get drunk and strum a little tune. You ask a wench for a pint of ale, She says "Fuck a pint, drink the whole fuckin barrel" Walk up to the floor and line up next to me, Dance this dance and maybe you will see. Step by step, left, right left, Spin around til you puke on your chest Get back in the line dance, we're not fucking done, Til the corpses resurrect at the barrel of my gun. Get back in the line dance, one more fucking round, Passed out on the floor is where I'll be found. We drank the arsenic and the blood, Yet still there we stood. Alone in the bar full of the dead, A man on the floor, no eyes in his head. Screaming in pain after his drink, A painful death, but what did you think would happen? When you're dying on the floor. Suddenly a sound, we turn to the door as the wind howls, A familiar score, the music has begun, and the dead began to rise. The devil was standing there, goat like hooves and jet black hair, He stomped again loudly and the pounding of the drum had slowly driven us mad. We pulled our guns on that wretched beast, but there was nothing that we could do. He was too much and we were surrounded, by souls now in his command. But we managed to have the last word, before he cast us all to hell, Can't you just let us, have one last fucking line dance? Astonished at these sights, my eyes grew cloudy and I lost all sight, We heard those drums again as the banjo suddenly stopped. We heard a voice from across the room, Toiling out in a deep cold boom In the shadows of where he stands He puts a shotglass in my hands One more round, we drink or we die, Blood on my hands and two black eyes. The banjo starts and I hear the stomp One last hoedown is all I want. Walk up to the floor and line up next to me, Dance this dance and maybe you will see. Step by step, left, right left, Spin around til you puke on your chest. Get back in the line dance, we're not fucking done, Til the corpses resurrect at the barrel of my gun. Get back in the line dance, one more fucking round, Passed out on the floor is where I'll be found..
4.
There is a night when the full moon rises red in the sky The veil that shrouds the spirit word is stretched, revealed to the eye Damnation, preparations must be made so one can find A lost loved one, the taken love from a world sick and unkind Automation, this aspiration to re-embody a lost soul. Determination, this creation will feed my heart fire with her coal. For a murder took her from me Fixated, frustrated I feel myself loosing all control An illusion, or disillusion sadness creeping up I can't control Intoxicated, devastated my only backup a lonely revolver A prevention of this dimension bleeding out a horrid black macabre Her vision in front of me, wrapped in crimson robes Appearing as my bride, yet dressed in blood Within her arms, I feel her cold embrace Having the need, I lift her veil to see her face Falling back shocked and stunned, I feel as though I should run I cannot move, body glued this is not fun I cannot look away, the light burns faint There in front of me, a blood moon rising A blood moon rising! Her vision in front of me, wrapped in crimson robes Appearing as my bride, yet dressed in blood Within her arms, I feel her cold embrace Having the need, I lift her veil to see her face Falling back shocked and stunned, I feel as I should run I cannot move, body glued this is not fun I cannot look away, the light burns faint There in front of me, a blood moon rising
5.
We arrive to a barren waste, The devils hand had touched this place. We had tracked an outlaw band, To this hollow desert land. Left our town a battleground, When they came through with their sound. It was a one horse town, This is the final round. Just as we take one step forward, There you were to push us back. Thinking how we were once brothers, Brotherhood is what we lack. We fight on through the hard times, Strengthening our tight-knit pack. Even if we fight and banter, To the end we will attack. We are strong never back down, Live to die another day. Driving the gunners from our grounds, For their crimes they must pay. We rode out, bringing dust to the air. North turned the men we vow to slay. On roads seldom traveled. To avoid, the men they betray. Arriving in a two bit town, With nothing but dread around. No sign of the men we seek, With a hostage havoc we wreak. Wonder out into the streets, Against the gun the barmaid shrieks. Cocking back the cold steel, The betrayer band is revealed. Shots! Rang! Out! In The Square! That high noon! Bullets fly! Get down the whole town joined the fight, Shotgun blasts rang out into the night. We're here till our dooms, as stars light the sky, Black metal cowboys prepared to die. This is a one horse town, Neither side ever backing down. We fight to set this right, Guns out till first light. All of us were bloodied and tired, All our ammo had been fired. The town had grown silent, With the shotgunners in confinement. Tied to a post in the middle of the square, All the townsfolk were aware, The example would be set, All their crimes they will regret. Pouring oil over the tinder, Only their bones will be left in the cinders. Lighting the kindling pile, With a sadistic smile. The fire grows climbing up their clothes As the western tempest blows Searing flesh and boiling blood, In the fires there they stood.
6.
When you see him come, boy you better run. He'll take you round for some real good fun But throw him through a wall, there's gonna be a brawl. And tie that motherfucker down to the tracks. When you see him come, boy you better run. He'll take you round for some real good fun. There's no going back when you're tied to the tracks Cuz the train only comes at high noon. Ordering a drink he saw me put my revolver on the bar. The barkeep ducked down after offering whisky by the jar. I take a shot of whiskey, grabbed my gun and looks into his eyes. A short pause before swearing on his demise. He stabbed me in the hand, a bar fight broke out. Fists were a'flyin' everywhere, I dropped my gun. I was bloody and broken, but I will not give up. Slamming my face on the piano made the music stop. Laying in a pool of blood without a tear. Within my eyes he still saw a glimpse of fear. Tied a rope around my neck dragged me to the bridge. I knew I was going to die as i saw the ridge. When you see him come, boy you better run. He'll take you round for some real good fun But through him through a wall, there's gonna be a brawl. And tie that motherfucker down to the tracks. When you see him come, boy you better run. He'll take you round for some real good fun. There's no going back when you're tied to the tracks Cuz the train only comes at high noon. Ohhhhh no what have I done? This was my fault all along. Why did I have to start a fight that I could not win. I felt the rope tighten, as I was tied to the tracks. I can hear the whistle blow foreshadowing that my life has finally come to an end. The rumbling of the ties told me I would die soon. Here comes the train it is now about high noon. Counting down the last seconds of, my life. If only I, could cut my throat with my pocket knife. When you see him come, boy you better run. He'll take you round for some real good fun But through him through a wall, there's gonna be a brawl. And tie that motherfucker down to the tracks. When you see him come, boy you better run. He'll take you round for some real good fun. There's no going back when you're tied to the tracks Cuz the train only comes at high noon.
7.
Seven days of nothing but sand This ominous, barren and desert wasteland No home of my own, I'm forced to leave that town Hanged til death the sentence of a thief Three of my own have already gone Seeing their last breath In the stone cold dawn They're buried dead in the sand, He won't be left to death's grim hand A vow to his brothers, he grabbed his gun. He covered his tracks so he could run This land is no place for an outlaw Being struck down by the devil's claw Twelve days of nothing but sand, This ominous, barren and desert wasteland...
8.
There is a place they call the bar Where the hard and true travel far To hear metal music play for them loud Bang of their faces in the crowd Let's not forget to hold your tongue When the roadhouse song is song Or by the rafters you'll be strung Dying there by the neck your hung Here we party til the end of our days Drinking til we are dead we're lifeless anyway Wasted youth, strong of mind The bottom of the cask we never will find The roadhouse is where I'll be when I'm alone Drinking whiskey and scotch on my lonely bar throne The roadhouse is where I'll be when I'm not at home I drink my sorrows away I've worked my hands to the bone The roadhouse is where I'll be when I'm alone Drinking whiskey and scotch on my lonely bar throne The roadhouse is where I'll be when I'm not at home I drink my sorrows away I've worked my hands to the bone This is the fucking roadhouse Sit down and have yourself a beer Tab won't come for hours Drink up and make cheer This is the fucking roadhouse We don't stand alone We are all brothers Take care of our own The tenders here are no barmaids Refuse to pay get stuck by blades The ale-master Clint as he's know Watch your P's and Q's or you'll be thrown To a table or out the door If you leave alive, you'll be sore Just don't come back for more He'll grab his shotgun and settle the score Here we party til the end of our days Drinking til we are dead we're lifeless anyway Wasted youth, strong of mind The bottom of the cask we never will find The roadhouse is where I'll be when I'm alone Drinking whiskey and scotch on my lonely bar throne The roadhouse is where I'll be when I'm not at home I drink my sorrows away I've worked my hands to the bone The roadhouse is where I'll be when I'm alone Drinking whiskey and scotch on my lonely bar throne The roadhouse is where I'll be when I'm not at home I drink my sorrows away I've worked my hands to the bone This is the fucking roadhouse Sit down and have yourself a beer Tab won't come for hours Drink up and make cheer This is the fucking roadhouse We don't stand alone We are all brothers Take care of our own
9.
Mr. Yeehaw 05:09
Sit down boys, I'll tell you a tale of a man These grisly crimes, the things that were done to him Woke! A bloodied wreck, almost was murdered Wife and son hang high from their necks by the banister Broke out in tears while he cut them both down Dug a small grave, his anger can hardly be bound Outlaws back from his past These bastards shoulda killed him while they had the chance! Packs up the rifle, rope and his knife Saddles his horse and rides hard for the night Haunting voices in his head Remind him of the horrible things he once did But he shakes it off quick, this must be done Took all he had Now they're the ones on the run Won't get away with these murders He knows where they'll run & he'll hunt til the end of their days! Riding under the moon lit veil Lost in his thoughts, he cannot fail Into the lands he used to know To kill the men he once called his own He sees a camp & knows it's them Will not rest until they're all condemned Waits for his time & knows it's right Now is the time for him to strike! Cut! They're throats in there sleep Hear them scream Last blood curdling cries to me One tries to run, he won't get far These men have left me bloodied & scarred! Now the sheriff and his men caught wind of these crimes They knew him well, but the bounty would plague all their minds We'll hang him high in the town We will not settle until he is bound They saddle they're horses to ride for the sun Knowing they'll meet the man yet to become A legend among these parts His name would be echoed for years to come Galloping under the darkened sun They hear a scream, and reach for their guns Following a trail of crimson red And see a horrible sign of death This man had snapped He's gone berserk So they'll lead him in for what he's worth Hang him up when the clock strikes one Mr Yeehaw's tale has just begun!
10.
That was when we realized our scout had not returned; We knew he had been maimed Black clouds came towards us with outstretched arms Of jagged chain lightning, Heralding doom for those who reside under its plumes of dread. Lurking within its shadows is a forgotten army of wandering dead. They have been told of the tales of old long before writings or runes. Thought of as a legend; those who have seen it have long since met they're dooms. A sick mark within the realm of the earth Where evil consumes the lives of men. Den of black magic That harvests them to serve within There are no tales spoken of how to vanquish this deadly foe. No hope is given where there is no light From our eyes this evil is hidden. We can see the glow of the fire and smoke piles from below. Hear the screams of dying men and rumbling cannons bellow. To a post his hands and feet were bound, There he stands in the fires all around. Tarred & feathered in an oily gown, Bones and ashes are all that will be found. We hear him cry out in fear, Oil catching fire starts to sear His flesh as the flames burn high We shoot him in the head so he can die! Thunder struck the ground in front of our band And fire whirred all around us Our horses reared up then ran down To the misty clearing below. Death lay all around us as crows Pick the last bits of flesh from bones. The statesmen had all been slaughtered And discarded in heaping piles left to rot. Before we could even react We were encircled by a horde of flesh-less ghouls. Their screams crawled into our ears Like parasites brutally attacking their host. They charged at us with all their force Our horses stumbling mid stride. Falling heavily to the battleground below; Blood clouds our eyes yet... We can see the glow of the fire Smoke piles from the fields. The bodies of flesh-less men Wrapping rope to our heels Tying us to the very same post, Our faces white as ghosts. We knew we would be tarred & feathered And turned into lifeless hosts To a post our hands and feet were bound, There we stand in the fires all around. Tarred & feathered in an oily gown Bones and ashes are all that will be found We will not cry out in fear Oil catching fire starts to sear Our flesh as the flames burn high Silently we await to die

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Brenden Hull - Vocals
Colin Ryley - Guitars, Banjo, Vocals
Marlee Lolth - Keyboards, Vocals
Jesse Lafeber - Bass, Vocals
Connor Erhart - Percussion, Vocals

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released July 31, 2018

Recorded by Colin Ryley & Connor Erhart
Mixed & Mastered at Singularity Sound Studios by Colin Ryley

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