Bed Time Prayer

Deep in the woods
down by the lake
over the hills
the Serpent waits

Under the mountains
across the crack
leave the world behind
step through the black

Through frost and fire
winds will blow
summer be autumn
as we reach bottom

So He sits
throne of stone
skulls will glow
as the reaper sows

so He sits
with crooked smile
and we wait
to hear our fate

If all is bad
Old Mother be sad
for the Serpent shall claim
our souls in flame

NOMAD BALLAD

When the petrol runs dry and the sky bleeds gray
I'll giva ya a smile cus I'm alive today
trekkin through the ruins and across the dusty slopes
My canteens half full and a got heart full of hope
six gun in my hand and mans best friend by my side
We'll be much obliged for some shelter to hide

I'll wander
wander the wastelands, forever and a day
until I meet my bitter end, and take my last breath
yeah I'll wander
wander the wastelands, wander forever and day
until I meet my bitter end, and all my shotgun shells are spent

so down the blasted roads we go
through blackened forests with a sickly glow
Seen it all before, the worlds in ashes wherever I roam
And they call me a nomad, a man with no home
but little do they know, home is wherever I lay my head
little do they care, I'll be happy wandering till I'm dead


I'll wander
wander the wastelands, forever and a day
until I meet my bitter end, and take my last breath
yeah I'll wander
wander the wastelands, wander forever and day
until I meet my bitter end, and all my shotgun shells are spent

Last Winter

Here I am, wicked ,old and blue

Here I sit, tired, hateful, longing for you

Black heart, once gold

Soulless as winter cold.

Here I go, whiskey and twelve guage in hand

Here ends all pain, returned to the land.