Praise The Lard!

Praise the LardPass the ammoRussian RouletteIs your gambleLoad that gunPull the triggerNow you feelSo much biggerPraise the LardChurch and stateChristian SoldiersNationalist hateSend your moneyTo the richThere’s nothing leftYou stupid bitchTake up sides Against ourselvesHate your brotherEveryone elseWork for evilMen of greedMen in powerThe devils seedMoney changersProfits (prophets) of doomTake your moneyGive you gloomIts too lateYou’ll never learnSmell the smokeAs America Burns Today’s song came…

Radio Ghost Train

My second song with Cello. All aboardThe Ghost Train SpecialPulling out of Station ZeroMorse Code TappingPistons RappingGuess it’s time for us to goDestination Is the futureWe will get there when we doMorse Code TappingPistons SlappingThe night air is coolBand aboardThis Haunted TrainPlaying sad songs from the pastMorse Code TappingPistons RattlingThrough a tunnel in the mountain passThere’s no lightAt the end of the tunnelOr in…

Autumn Gold

Some thingsCan’t be bought or soldLike this treeOf Autumn GoldLike a clockMarking timeOnce a yearThis gold we findThis gold we findIf we take the timeIf not, alasWe miss the sublime

The Thing In The Attic

The Thing in the AtticNeither Goddess or GodIt snorts and it gruntsAnd smells rather oddWe never go up thereWe leave it aloneIt frightens us nightlyIt’s low steady moanThey said it was hauntedWe didn’t believeWe thought what we wantedOur selves we deceived

The Haunted Organ

In the basement I hear musicNo one’s down thereI hear noiseSomeone’s singingMore like moaningLike a bansheeHigh pitched voiceDescend the staircaseTurn on the lightThe sound has stopped nowNothing in sight

Radio Tombstone

Radio TombstoneLate at nightHear her distant cryThrough the staticAnd the fadingSpooky Lullaby”Don’t sit underThe Apple TreeWith anyone else but me”It’s too late He’s found a new mateWhen you became deceased

Skelegram

SkelegramGlass InsulatorFood for ThoughtIncubatorOnly SentTo the DeadForelorn MessagesNever Were Read

The Curious Demise of Bob Ghoul

Bob GhoulHad a young wifeUsed StrychnineTo try to take her lifeIn his hasteHis own cup he lacedHe caught it too lateHis own life he did takeTis advice for youKarma is the ruleDo unto othersOr end up a ghoul

The Hidden Staircase

There is a hidden staircaseIn the house up on the hillIts behind a pocket doorHaunted by a girl named LilVery few have gone beyond The door that quickly slidesVery few have seen Lil’s faceAnd how she flits and glidesThose who haveHave never returnedReturned to tell their taleThey climbed the stairs And turned to dustWhen Lil began to wail

Lenore Nevermore

My Dear LenoreThings went horribly wrongIt was an accidentAnd now you’re goneYour face I seeEverywhere in factYour cries for me”Please bring me back”I’m sorry my dearI can’t help you nowI’m leaving this earthIn this next hourWhere I am goingIs not where you areA Smoldering AbyssAway from you far