Ghoultown - Against a Crooked Sky free for downloading

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We were bound for somewhere new, we had no time to waste
a trio you could bet was devil sent
The third man was i who would murder for a price, on all those who got in our way
riding on the midnight wind
On all those who got in our way, the wind came from the west
their steeds nothing more than rotted bone
The blood still fresh upon our blades, for a moment we were blind from the grit in our eyes Sky, as we rode on through
The second was a fiend of no repent, but slowly it cleared as laughter filled the sky

The blood still fresh upon our blades, to steal more lives
their steeds nothing more than rotted bone
against a crooked sky
Nocturnal eyes watched all around, the second was a fiend of no repent, a trio you could bet was devil sent
A trio you could bet was devil sent, we never rested once Ghoultown, condemned to ride
Their gaze was all afire and razor whips they cracked, their steeds nothing more than rotted bone
The blood still fresh upon our blades, we never rested once
We were bound for somewhere new, we were ridin through the valley of death, against a crooked sky

we were three men strong from the town of abilene
Not one hour before, a cloud of dust erupted to stop us in our tracks, forever in the afterlife against a crooked sky
one of them spoke with the gravel in his voice
For a moment we were blind from the grit in our eyes, on the wings of greed we were bound
on all those who got in our way
Against a crooked sky, their gaze was all afire and razor whips they cracked, we snuffed another life
A trio you could bet was devil sent, one of them spoke with the gravel in his voice, we were three men strong from the town of abilene
we snuffed another life

the smell of whiskey on our breath
Riding on the midnight wind, we were ridin through the valley of death, we were bound for somewhere new
we were bound for somewhere new
All the hell that we d wrought, forever in the afterlife against a crooked sky Against, a trio you could bet was devil sent
condemned to ride
The third man was i who would murder for a price, against a crooked sky, all the hell that we d wrought
Nightfall hit us hard and the darkness complete, all the hell that we d wrought, their steeds nothing more than rotted bone
against a crooked sky

Condemned to ride, riding on the midnight wind, we laughed as we went
the smell of whiskey on our breath
on the wings of greed we were bound
The second was a fiend of no repent, the moonlight crept above, we were ridin through the valley of death
a cloud of dust erupted to stop us in our tracks
the smell of whiskey on our breath
Riding on the midnight wind, to shred the skin upon our backs