Red sun sinking in the valley tonight, o'er the city of neon haze.
Rolling up the mountain in the tangerine light is a perfidious cavalcade.
Perched upon the carriage is a driver deceased, oh disciples falling behind.
Whip cracks on a skeletal steed and it rises up into the night.
Cunning creature, the leader presides.
Priest of the deadly, the mortals beguiled.
The lamplight through violet curtains she's sleeping behind...
It reveals the silhouette of a creature biding his time.
Deep in the valley of fluorescent sin, oh a thug finds his lady gone.
something of a conduit for magic within, he's gonna find where they're traveling on.
Straight six revving like a howl in the night, roaring up from the twilight hills.
Cigarette was burning, curling whispers of white.
Yeah his pistol's got time to kill.
Brakes be damned, the killer became.
Blood on the windshield and blood on his blade.
His heart it beats oom pa pa oom pa pa dealing such pain.
The man steps out his cab, his look as cool as the grave.
Tie that binds the chosen few, a pact most serpentine.
Where god-fearing men would just walk to their graves.
Well we burn like kerosene.
credits
from Last Days of Magic,
released October 14, 2016
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