The sky it turned black and the crow's caw'd in dark reels
as I strolled with my love on the moonlit promenade.
We were just seventeen didn't know what it'd mean to be scared of the night whispering.
And when I look back, yes, when I recall the folly of the night,
and the wicked spell of it all; I remember my darling withering dying in my arms
as the dead became once again the living.
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve?
How wonderful to delight in the terror.
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream,
How dreadful the plight of our error.
We thought it was safe just a little midnight stroll.
The beasts of the night were all quiet in their holes.
Except then we discovered that we were not alone,
a lone stalker did stalk us and sent shivers through our bones.
You said "... let's turn back..." and I strongly objected,
because with God on our side we will always be protected.
But that was a mistake, for with our slow pace, we suddenly encountered
a band of one hundred or more.
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve?
How wonderful to delight in the terror.
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream,
How dreadful the plight of our error.
We began to run as we realized we were hunted
by the hungry mass of a thousand living dead corpses.
I remember you then as you tripped on your dress
and I shamefully left you for dead.
I hid behind a gravestone a lowly mausoleum,
and on the inscription read "...here lies Edgar Allen Poe..."
and I knew then as I know now the hell of the night which we had composed.
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve?
How wonderful to delight in the terror.
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream,
How dreadful the plight of our error.
Once the site was cleared and their appetite was quenched,
I sat beside my dying love as she slowly turned into one of them.
I whispered I love you, I'm so sorry, and I took a knife through her head.
credits
from 3 Murders,
released October 22, 2020
Jackson Cavalier: Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Foot Drums, Vocals
Devon Rose: Vocals
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022