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Red Wolf Mist
04:24
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It’s not like Warren Zevon said it would be
When the orb shines down and you’re lost in lunacy
The nightlife sings a song that you can’t resist
As you drift into the Red Wolf Mist
Maybe it’s in the water
Maybe it’s in the air
If you know how to look
You’ll see it everywhere
You’re not like Lon Chaney on the silver screen
The change is not where the naked eye can see
But your mind is broken with a bend and a twist
As you surrender to the Red Wolf Mist
Maybe it’s in the water
Maybe it’s in the air
If you know how to look
You’ll see it everywhere
Here come the farmers with pitchforks and torches
If word gets out, it’s a media circus
They cry for their wives and pray for their daughters
Here they come now just like lambs to the slaughter
No going back
No going back
Maybe it’s in the water
Maybe it’s in the air
If you know how to look
You’ll see it everywhere
No, you can’t go home, you stranger in this town
The darkest of secrets must be kept underground
Once you’ve been altered by the moonlight kiss
You can never return from the Red Wolf Mist
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Misty Mountain Horror
04:10
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There are no clocks on the mountain
The hills have eyes but they can’t tell time
When the sun goes down on the mountain
Madness eats reason and there is no rhyme
They told me not to go up the mountain
When you’re lost in the shadows you lose your mind
Now the fog is thick on the mountain
I can’t see where I’m going but I’m not quite blind
Because I drank from a youthful fountain
And I sleep in the city but a mountain girl is mine
And I can hear the music of the mountain
And the song she sings is sure to ease my mind
The Red Wolf runs on the mountain
He howls and moans as he guards the night
Beware his jaws of iron
If you think his bark is bad, wait till you feel his bite
The road is rough on the mountain
But I’ll drive like the devil to be by her side
I don’t want to be a ghost on the mountain
But if she breaks my heart I will surely die
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Stand On The Mountain
04:00
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The chickens are safe in the henhouse
Away from the wolves, out of the cold
Look at that dilapidated farmhouse
Imagine the secrets it must hold
The world doesn’t end at the mountain
A ray of hope keeps the beasts at bay
I made my way up the mountain
At the top of the world is where I’ll find a way
You can drink the water
You can breathe the air
Stand up on the mountain
Don’t give in to the fear
The sun is setting now
As the night begins to wake
You better bolt the door
For the children’s sake
Lock the windows too
Or it’s curtains for you
You’ve got to build a wall
So the dogs can’t break through
You can drink the water
You can breathe the air
Stand up on the mountain
Don’t give in to the fear
You can always take shelter in the cabin of dreams
Where the howling is drowned out by much better screams
The earth goes ‘round the sun like a carousel
The days are heaven and the nights are hell
Here at the top of the mountain
Legends lurk around every bend
This is the land we were given
This is the land we must defend
You can drink the water
You can breathe the air
Stand up on the mountain
Don’t give in to fear
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The Perilous Hours
04:48
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It’s too damn late and too damn dark
The light of day has long expired
On my internal ship of fools
The sorrow engines fire
They come to life all at once
The citizens of my brain
All of them shouting in unison
Talking back to the pain
“Stop this madness,” the constable cries
At the very top of his lungs
All around, he can hear the sound
Of a million demon drums
And I’m starting to get a little nervous now
Serpents and shadows are closing in
In my brain, I can feel the rain
And hear the howling wind
In these perilous hours
I know
That life is a joke
Hope is a joke
It doesn’t matter if the battle is real
I don’t know if I can win
I’m starting to get a little nervous now
Serpents and shadows are closing in
I can’t trust the idea
That I belong in this world
The fabric feels so damn heavy
As the curtain unfurls
I buckle myself into the captain’s chair
In the center of my brain
And fire the cannons of reason
To blow away the demons and pain
And I’m starting to get a little nervous now
Serpents and shadows are closing in
In my brain, I can feel the rain
And hear the howling wind
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Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth
You’ll sink into a horror you won’t believe
Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth
You’ll soon be praying for a watery grave
Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth
You may find your molecules rearranged
The faded postcard says, wish you were here
But you can’t help feeling something’s fishy here
This rundown harbor town is a monument to sadness
You’re walking through a minefield of eventual madness
When you hear the seductive song of the sea
You won’t be you and I won’t be me
When you answer your personal siren’s call
Dive in and down, down, down you’ll fall
This isn’t what you think, no seaside vacation
The face in the mirror looks like the local population
Run away, don’t walk toward that sweet sea breeze
If you’re the praying kind, best get down on your knees
Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth
You’ll sink into a horror you won’t believe
Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth
You’ll soon be praying for a watery grave
Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth
You may find your molecules rearranged
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Halloween Eternal
06:47
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As the moon crosses the sky
The collision of two worlds
Is irreversibly near
If the city was the sea
The map would surely say
That there be monsters here
The plague doctor vultures
Peck apart the bones
Of the carcass of the night
Dark demonstration
Anatomy lesson
Come see what’s inside
Jack O’Lantern horsemen
Gallop through the streets
Casting a wicked glow
One look at their eyes
Will make you lose your mind
Forget everything you know
Hellfire cobblestones burn
Smoldering agony
Flay the flesh from fleeing feet
“No Exit,” screams the neon
No way off of this path
They call Damnation Street
Survivors are few, and all they can see
Is the black and the red that replace blue and green
At the twenty-fifth hour of the thirtieth day
This Hell on Earth has come to stay
The last Halloween has begun
No shelter for you or for anyone
Ring the gong for Judgment Day
You’ve been calling your god by the wrong name
The Consumer of Souls
Holds a merry old court
Watches his demons dance
He eats serial killers
Like you eat breakfast
Do you think you have a chance?
The circus clowns heed
the siren call to arms
They’ve been waiting like a sleeper cell
In this newly founded
nightmare kingdom
their faces will serve them well
Church bells made of hollowed skulls
In league with devil horns
Sing songs of certain doom
And in between their verses
Ring out cries in ancient tongues
Far older than any tomb
The graffiti of blood
Is the news of the day
In every language known
There is no sanctuary
Or safety from the storm
Just a dark lord on the throne
Survivors are few, and all they can see
Is the black and the red that replace blue and green
At the twenty-fifth hour of the thirtieth day
This Hell on Earth has come to stay
The last Halloween has begun
No shelter for you or for anyone
Ring the gong for Judgment Day
You’ve been calling your god by the wrong name
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Aaron Smith Ringwood, New Jersey
At the age of 39, Aaron Smith took his old guitar out of the closet after 15 years, turned the skills he'd learned as a novelist toward lyric writing, learned to sing, and wrote and recorded his first EP, "Red Wolf Mist" over the course of the years 2016 to 2019. His second album, "Sand in the Hourglass" was released in August of 2021. ... more
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