The Dark Ones ride through the forest at night
His gazed affixed to an orange distant light
A black cloud rises through the air
As snow falls to the ground
Gaining speed he approaches
Bodies lie strewn about
Some trying to get inside
The others try to get out
The Blood of the Hunted
Rising on the wind
So unclean is the air
that draws them in
The curse is calling
The sentence is death
What now will you say
with your dying breath?
credits
from Moosataur,
released December 12, 2013
John McKusick
Norm Lariviere
Ira Jones
supported by 7 fans who also own “Blood of the Hunted”
Utterly hypnotic, heavy, and ethereal beyond what I can aptly describe here. It'll take you careening down a kaleidoscopic wormhole of audial bliss. cynothoglys