Let’s quit foolin’ each other
Let’s quit messin’ around
Let’s wrap a man in the chains of a beast
Then hold him underwater ‘til he drown
Let’s go huntin’ for demons
Let’s follow their tracks in the snow
Let’s get a gun and shoot ‘em in the neck
Then watch their evil blood start to flow
Let’s find a farm nice and lonely
Let’s climb down the chimney if you dare
Let’s howl like dogs ‘til the moon starts to rise
And mosquitoes are thick in the air
Let’s sleep on graves in the graveyard
Let’s talk of mysterious things
Let’s walk on all fours ‘til our hands turn to claws
Forget that we ever had names
Let’s get a bell and a bible
Let’s make ‘em boldly ring
Let’s crack the skull of a man with no teeth
And see what good fortune it do bring
Let’s float up the side of a mountain
Let’s scream and cuss in the gale
Let’s beat a drum ‘til the Indians come
And see how terrible we did fail
supported by 7 fans who also own “Mysterious Things”
Condemned to a fiery void, where teeth gnash and limbs beat endlessly, those that have inflicted pain on the innocent scream in agony, their cries reaching the top of the tallest spire that pierce the heavens where the abused now reside.
Those below plead for forgiveness, for solace. Those above simply laugh and refuse to answer as they watch them flail in the pit eternally.
This is the voice of one of many within the tower. It is the new standard for emotionally extreme music. Grimmrobe
Banjo-wielding indie folk outfit drop their fourth full-length studio album of broody ballads and barroom stompers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2014
The Detroit group fuse dark Americana with pulsing industrial electronics for a potent mix perfect for the goth club floor. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2019