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The River Black

from A Fistful of Poison by BUSHWHACKER

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lyrics

Kephra rises from beneath
Eternal struggle of the scarab deity
Casting aside the curtain of Nuith
Passing to Re the gift of eternity

Sphere of fire awakens me
The unforgiving flame
This aching mind not ready to see
I turn my head in shame

Sobek where is your river grand?
Nothing but thirst grows on this desolate plain
They said I would find you past this burning sand
With more of your gift to numb the pain

No more sleep, for I am awake
My friends, my brothers, our horses wait
Headdress of feathers - mine to take
With bloody palms, we choose our fate

Smoking fire from the night
Wipe the charcoal from our eyes
My hand, my pockets, filled with sand
Long ride ahead boys, lets cut our hands

Behold the repetition
Your mind’s submission to the pain
Become the thing you dream
A being supreme to the profane
Believe the power you grip
Watch the blood drip from thy sacred vein
Beware thy chosen physic
Feeds the orphic reptile brain

Across this barren waste we ride with pride
Fueled by this reptile divine
Westward nothing lives
Ashen bones, the only thing in sight

We’ll pass the sunset like the old man said
Sobek, I’ll find your river grand
Scorching sun, merciless one
Beware exhaustion
A horse has fallen

The river glistens but the light is bleak
We have reached the bottom lands
We lost a horse, we burnt the breeze
To stick a cactus in our hands

(LEAD: C. EGAN)

The river’s swift, yes the river’s strong
I see the eyes of cowards scream
I will not douse these lights, here I belong
With bloody palms, I’ll cross this stream

(LEAD: G. WOODS)

Crashing waves cleanse your wounds
These gnashing teeth will show you truth
Count your stars there’s no going back
Once you’ve come this far across the river black

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from A Fistful of Poison, released July 19, 2019

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