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Los Plagas
04:12
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Designated future of humanity
Compromised by flashes in the sky,
When they arrive, tradition dies
Planetary differences collide
Mary sheds a tear
Her life in vein
And she hides herself
"Crows sat perched along the mezzanine
Witnessing a galactic parade of savage destruction and suffering
Most of the population were killed,
The rest suffered from hideous bodily augmentations,
Living on with no memory of who they were, or what they were fighting for"
Mary tears her dress
Prepares for rain
And she hides herself again
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2. |
Witchcraft
06:22
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Gaslight is burning
No one can see
A twitch in
My hand
Vibration in the sand
-The holy scent of death-
Valley dividin'
The earth an open mouth
Concealed, revealed
The witch of clay and steel
Without a word she said
I’m invincible
I regard myself
As a prisoner of the underground
Undeniable
The impending hell
I choose to set on the outer realm
Well, I'll sleep another day
When I'm dead.
"A storm of compacted lights poured from my open chest
Raining down upon whatever this foul entity was
Skin began to peel from her face
Her bones collapsed
All was in its right place
The Empress now a pile of arcane dust"
Dead bodies burning
Cant feel anything now
No word of a prayer
I fire into the air
-6 brothers made of lead-
The shot collidin'
It cracks the teeth
And punches a hole
Corruption of the soul
-The Empress lays her head-
I’m invincible
I regard myself
As a prisoner of the Underground
Undeniable
The Impending Hell
I choose to set on the outer realm
Well, I'll sleep another day
In hell.
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3. |
Ed Parsons
05:23
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Pain and aberration in his eyes
Worn, plague-ridden knees
The holy giant
He crushes the ground below
Sets fire to the leaves
Oh God help me
Deicide or glorified delirium?
Slippin' on the paradigm of death
Frail mind or sanctified oblivion?
Trippin' on the paradigm of death
Golden tabernacle in his hand
No life in his veins
A fallen angel arises from the dust and
Infinity repeats
Over and over again
Deicide or glorified delirium?
Slippin' on the paradigm of death
Frail mind or sanctified oblivion?
Trippin' on the paradigm of death
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4. |
Byroad
03:23
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And there it stood, a split between the track
One road was twisted but somehow drew me in
Not knowing right from wrong I took the road most travelled
And started ramblin' up the hill
I shoulda' headed down that byroad
I coulda' ventured through the dark and rolling deep
Now I'm stuck here on this high road
Cursed to bleed out all this troubled planets sins
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5. |
Hyperplasia
05:07
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I question battles past, a memory or a dream?
Speaking now are the dampened whispers
Holding back my head
My broken body aches, the changes halt the death
Breathin only slowin' the decay
Longin' for an open fire
Yeah well hope ain't for the disenchanted
Hidin' from my own desires
Yeah you coat this world in evil, and leave me with the blame
I'm a living disguise, draped on a human husk
Left to reconcile the west for all my days
I was so unaware the leeches had bled me and
Sapped all the tenderness
Left me with empty hands
Longin' for an open fire
Yeah well hope ain't for the disenchanted
Hidin' from my own desires
Yeah you coat this world in evil, and desecrate my name
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6. |
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You and me, sinners born together
Heaven speaks and you're gone forever
Hell i want to feel the cold, buried alone in my grave
And I see the world burn
Oh on the final day
And I feel myself burn
Still ain't a sign of pain
Misery flowin' through the rivers
And the crippled streets, yearning for the beggars
Oh lord I'm singin' now, no need for answers
'Cause I burned the hours out
Praying for death
And I see the world burn
Oh on the final day
And I feel myself burn
Still ain't a sign of pain
Angels bow as I make my way
Through the clouds overhead
The world seems peaceful now
Just restin' in the palm of my hand
All this pain we feel and all these chains we perceive
Mean nothing
Cause in death, we are all finally free
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7. |
Ghoul
04:17
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Time passin' in the silence alone,
Held captive in my tower of stone
Ain't no lie when they say I'm a ghoul
Or a thief in the night
Ain't no hell headin' over the hill
My fate was written on the line
In a rut and out of time again
Sky fallin' through the roof of the cage
Narrow exit sees the colour of the open range
There I was at the start of the end, not a dime to my name
Never know when I'll need him again
My fingers grippin' on the reins
Dead I was, but I'm alive again
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8. |
No More Bastard Children
07:21
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Born in the fields of an unyielding heartland
With dust on your heels, your skin drenched in red
So full of life and so untouched
By the blight of existence
And the ideas of man, the poison that strangles
Lured by violence, ingested by hatred
The child in his hand and hate in his eyes
He unveiled a sharpened blade and cut the wings from my angel
And buried him deep
Where the primrose will never grow
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Jack Harlon &The Dead Crows Melbourne, Australia
Jack Harlon & The Dead Crows is a Fuzz/Psych/Doom/Blues project focussing on the exploits of a drug-addicted outlaw in the
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