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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
10-Track Old-West Melodic Death Metal album with 8 page booklet
Includes unlimited streaming of Blood Moon Rising
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 5 days
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!
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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