Prophets Hang
In the throws of a fever dream
The shell of a vagrant dog
Signs were shown and blood turned to stone
All the days were written on the wall
A crow in a rusty cage
Seven fathers fell from her breast
One for the way we would bring the final day
And six for the kings to make it so
Old world departed gone and past
Light in your eyes is fading fast
Thought you awoke from a fever dream
And now you walk upon the dead
A thorn in a black elk eye
A chalice that held the sky
The water did spoil now destined to toil
Its ringing like a broken bell
Ten thousand death head wings
On the walls of an old stone church
Cauterize the seers eyes when the vision came to pass
Now all you hears a deathbed gasp
Old world departed gone and past
Light in your eyes is fading fast
Thought you awoke from fever dream
And now you walk upon the dead
supported by 134 fans who also own “Prophet’s Hang”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
supported by 115 fans who also own “Prophet’s Hang”
Comme d'habitude, j'ai bien du mal à choisir une "favorite track" avec ce groupe de Trashgrass qui excelle dans son domaine.
Mais là, j'ai réussi à me décider finalement. XD EklektikTrip
supported by 78 fans who also own “Prophet’s Hang”
this album truly feels like a journey. there is a strong atmosphere of transience and solidarity, a feeling of constant change. if you commit yourself to listening through, you will come out a different person. crowskult