Running faster, the soul residing in the dusky lines.
The shadow-play reveals a small tattoo.
A serpent glowing in the pale moonlight.
Running faster, his rifle tied up on a leather strap.
The denim jacket, dirty at the seams, the stitching on it said his name was Mack.
Darling he knows the two of you are one and the same.
The denizens abound, witnessing a deadly game.
Cut through a path, the circle in the skeletal trees.
A vessel to the man. A finale to the beast.
Place the candles round my dear, speak the words and purge your fear.
Evil's on the trail and hot to burn the witches for the girl he wants.
A mind of jealousy with dreadful eyes, he'll never see the warning signs.
Mack had cut a good man down. He never knew he was a afraid to die.
Spitting venom, the hollow promise of a man denied.
A locomotive on a deadly path, his engine running on a fifth of rye.
Girl was panting, she knew the madness had to end tonight.
Unnaturally shouting out "HEY HEY!" A voice that rumbled through the flat-leaf pine.
credits
from Last Days of Magic,
released October 14, 2016
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