"Blood Trophies" is from the Shaman's Harvest Album, Red Hands Black Deeds, out everywhere you enjoy music. Stream / Download at
LYRICS:
One more trip up to the lake
Fish are rotting in the sun
I slip the knife into it's depths there's nowhere left
For me to run
Federales on my trail
Someone out there knows my face
But I can't fight the urge no more I might as well
Get me a taste
You know that idle hands are made for devil's work
And I ain't done nothin'
To keep them from around your throat
With red hands and black deeds
Ain't no flowers left only weeds
There's an rsvp with the law mayhem and me
Now my work is almost done
They'll take my breath but not my deeds
Before they come and dig this grave they'll see my face
In every dream
Red hands feed my rage
By the sound of a thousand horns I come and
Black deeds steal my resolve
For I know that it must be done
Blood trophies sink like a stone
Drowning in the halls of Davy Jones
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