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Rattlesnake Blues
03:23
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Would you believe, I've seen my own tombstone.
Buried myself under the sands of time as I watched the rain fall.
All these years spent in the vipers hold.
I've walked a million miles down this lonesome road.
Walked besides a shadow that's darker than my own.
Ten feathers taken from the blackest crow.
Don't pass the buck, I'm due to pay my toll.
Look into the eyes of the rattlesnake.
Your time will come when the rattle shakes.
When you're staring Death right in the face,
There ain't no way out and you're way too late.
Still caught in the struggle,
of the world and all its woes.
Still trying to break free from the vipers hold.
Forced to live with the choices I've made,
I'll burn in the fire that I lit with this flame.
Look into the eyes of the rattlesnake.
Your time will come when the rattle shakes.
When you're staring Death right in the face,
There ain't no way out and you're way too late.
The rattle shakes and you're bound to lose,
I'm down again with the Rattlesnake Blues.
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Ill Winds
03:36
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I've seen the signs in a tempest of grey.
Something wicked coming this way.
Ancient evil with a face and name,
Mankind will tremble under its sway.
Ill winds are blowing,
Carry forth the devils cry.
The hurricane is coming,
I've seen the end in an ominous sky.
You can't stop what's coming this way.
We'll be forced to face our darkest days.
Suffer the pain of the immovable weight,
but you can't defy
The swinging hammer man calls fate.
I've foreseen the future and forsaken the past.
The weak will die young and the wicked die last.
Look out, there's an ill wind blowing.
No escape,baby, from the ill wind blowing.
The storm is rising, and it's coming for you.
The coming of our reckoning is manifest.
Retribution will come with this creeping death,
And in the swing of his scythe is where we'll find our rest.
Ill winds are blowing,
Carry forth the devils cry.
The hurricane is coming,
I've seen the end in an ominous sky.
This primal evil prowls the barren lands.
At the heart of darkness is where we'll stand.
The wolves are howling at the baddest moon.
Where will you be at the crack of doom?
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