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The Badlands
02:16
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2. |
The Cactus Ceremony
04:39
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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!
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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..
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4. |
Blood Moon Rising
05:08
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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
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5. |
One Horse Town
04:48
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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.
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6. |
Tied To The Tracks
04:30
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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.
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7. |
Gallops & Gallows
03:07
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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...
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8. |
The Roadhouse
05:17
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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
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9. |
Mr. Yeehaw
05:05
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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!
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10. |
Tarred & Feathered
10:51
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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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