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Dullahan's Brew

by Dullahan

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1.
Garmr 03:06
GARMR Howling loud I guard my gate Herald the call Ragnarock Fetters burst Wolf runs free Much do I know And more I’ll see Odin rose Enchanter old Hound he met That came from hel
2.
Cut From Stone Feel the Icy hands of Death, it Paralyzes You and You feel empty You see The great nothing You must Fight your way back Crawl back Back to sanity Use your Mind and dig deep To the Earth for strength He is cut from stone We all die alone Cold world Made of stone Face it with Flesh and bone Eternal demon Fights you Clawing At your soul Force it To fight for you Don’t let it Get control Ese your Innate power Inside Of us all In this Black abyss Somewhere Calls your name Just act as Though you're stone The rest of This one day Don't let the Demons get you You are their Only master In time they Will obey you You are Infinite
3.
Devil’s Playground (The Machete Weilding Tweeker of Indian Island) You might have come from devil's playground baby What you don't know is that your in my hell You might have noticed my loaded shotgun You might be surprized that I don't call the cops You trespassin on my island Thats a good way to get yourself gut shot Smokin meth can be bad for your health Especially when you get near my house Down I'll shoot you down If your not dead You will drown I can see you across the water You stole that canoe, I see your bad intent Yer skulking around on my land I'll fill you with holes and give ya concrete shoes When you're gut shot it'll take ya three days Of bleeding out and makin a mess on my porch Onto the boat now we're going sailing Yer goin diving but you wont come back
4.
Dullahan's Brew Grab yourself a flagon of Ale The Dullahan's brew brings the darkest of tales Sixteen tons of malt in your guts One more beer you'll be shittin on your nuts Buckets of blood go in with the hops Stiring the wart with the bones of dead cops Bubbling boiling blackest brew Drink of the dead it'll break you on through. Hailing the gods of fire mead Habaneros make your asshole bleed Feasting yeast that beautiful smell Smash your brain with the hammer of hell
5.
Blacked Out by Buckshot Billy Clark Blacked out drunker than a motherfuckin sonofabitch Tried to drive my car but I flipped the damn thing in a ditch Get back step aside outa my way, Cuz im in a foul mood and its lookin like another bad day Passed out hung over sleeping in the county jail Woke up and tried to give a fuck but once again I only failed Looks like here is where i’m gonna stay Cuz I ain’t got no money but I got a lot of fines to pay
6.
Zero Fucks I’ve got Zero fucks to give Try to tell me something I don’t care what it is Zero fucks to give for you Zero fucks to give for you Your paradigm don’t fit Full of shit narcissist Zero fucks to give Zero fucks to give Try to tell me something I don’t care what it is Zero fucks to give Zero fucks to give I don’t need to hear this Fat headed egotist Posers die by the fist I just might break your shit
7.
Black Wings Of Death Black wings of death looming behind you Menacing the quiet a piece of your mind Buckets of blood I throw on your doorstep Your name on my list I’m cracking my spine whip The red eyes see you You’ll wish you were blind A scream through the darkness Howling your name Riding you down There is no escape You run away But I am your fate You think you don’t deserve to die I’m telling you now it has come your time Don’t tell me how to do my job I’m an expert at scrubbing you meaningless slobs I serve death I’m mortality’s hand Come with me now You’re dead where you stand
8.
The Prophet 02:12
The Prophet Lives on the street in a cardboard box Tinfoil hat nine pairs of socks Prophet's his name and he'll show you what Read his sign the End is nye Message from god or he's permafried Heed his word cuz you gonna die Nowhere to hide, Armageddon's here You're gonna die, do you feel fear The Prophet don't lie, the end is near You're gonna die so go and beware Naked beauty on the back of the beast Satan's power now fully unleashed On your soul they will feast tonight Nowhere to hide, Armageddon's here You're gonna die, do you feel fear The Prophet don't lie, the end is near You're gonna die so go and beware Naked beauty on the back of the beast Prophet's power now fully unleashed On your soul they will feast tonight
9.
Dullahan 03:53
Dullahan Sail our ship after sunset Darkness on the midnight sea Arriving on horseback with the tide On your shores it's time to ride Buckets of blood in our tracks Time has come for you to pay our tax Riding with head in hand We are the Dullahan Feel the thunder of our hoofbeats Trembles deep into your land Storming past the gates of your town Headless death has come to burn you down Sleep well and rest in your bed Skys turn from black to red Break of dawn we ride the battle line Whip you from your dreams with your spine Town in flames the battle over A village full of bodies in our carts We ride mountain forest to coast And sail into the fog as headless ghosts High seas full sail to ancient lakes Dark trail of blood in our wake Sailing with head in hand We are the dullahan
10.
The Scavenger I am the scavenger I take what others leave I live my life for free Within your trash I feast On vegetables and grease This wasted world is why My kind is free to feed I am the scavenger I take what others leave I live my life for free A rotting carcass for me I'll take it's skin I'll break its skull Smear brains across it's hide The cycle be complete For flesh I will compete Because I am the one Waste not want none

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released August 19, 2019

Bass, Vocals - Sam Bryson
Guitar - Mark Parkhurst
Guitar - James Puzey
Drums - Brian Kelly

Words and riffs by Sam Bryson except:
Blacked Out by Buckshot Billy Clark
Dullahan’s Brew and The Prophet by Sam Bryson and Mark Parkhurst
Devil’s Playground by Sam Bryson and Andy Ruddock
Dullahan by Sam Bryson, Andy Ruddock and James Puzey


Recorded, mixed and mastered by Greg Wilkenson at Ear Hammer Studios in Oakland.

Cover art by Adam from Ghostblood

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