Acid Witch - Stoned to the Grave(Lyrics, HQ)

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  • Опубликовано: 18 апр 2012
  • Band: Acid Witch
    Song: Stoned To The Grave
    Album: Stoned
    Release Date: January 18th, 2011
    Record Label: Hells Headbangers Records
    Band Line Up
    Shagrat - Unknown(2007-Precent)
    Slasher Dave - Unknown(2007-Precent)
    Motor City Chaz - Drums(2010-Precent)
    Magic Mike Tuff - Guitar(2010-Precent)
    **Lyrics**
    Shunned out in the street, like a horrid wretched dog
    Townsfolk castigate you, say your hair is far too long
    Denim and black leather shroud you, shining with such filth
    To deflect the stones they fling at you, their glances set to kill
    Metal, punk, comic books, and horror vhs
    Nothing else to live for so you might as well obsess
    Discovering books of power on the arcane and occult
    Eating psilocybin leaves you feeling quite possessed
    Those bastards quote the bible, to tell you how to live
    You read the Book of Eibon and the Necronomicon
    Tired of being treated like a leper and pariah
    and in those books of power you find a new messiah
    You read a sordid tale about the wicked blood queen master
    The words on yellowed paper make your heart pump a little faster
    She was said to haunt the hills of the land which you were born
    A bent and haggard crone, defiled and thus deformed
    She'd lure away the towns children, through the woods, into the cave
    Preserve them in the swamps in their shallow water graves
    Adepts and fools who sought her, she'd drug and make her slaves
    and curse the pregnant woman with foul rodent babes
    Her woeful tale stirs your heart, and strikes a chord of doom
    Her sigils and her spells make perfect sense to you
    Reading on you learn about her sad and lonely fate
    Hunted by the townsfolk- to this you can relate
    They tied her to the stake and they stoned her with large rocks
    Watched her in her misery, they all did point and mock
    And so she met her end, the psychedelic bitch
    The foul foetid beldame, the horrific Acid Witch
    She was stoned... to the grave!
    So now alone within your room, a shadow stirs and looms
    Your turntable's spinning backwards, the needles grinding through the grooves
    A malignant cackle echoes, from the speakers vomit spews
    Load the bong, spark the flame, inhaling of the fumes
    The ceiling starts to bend and warp, it smells of unearthed tomb
    Violet light envelops everything, the trip begins for you
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