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Hour Of The Blood​-​Orchid

from A Dying Man Can Sure Sing The Blues by Muleskinner Jones

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Cut the lights and bolt the door,
Kneel and pray to your chosen heaven.
There's fresh fuel on a roaring fire
Yet the room's gone deathly cold.
The barn owls howl a lonesome tune,
Twisted branches crack the moon,
A figure draped in crimson robes
Amidst the standing stones.

From the narrow streets of Clerkenwell
To the rank canals of Camden Town,
In chambers deep below the ground
They pass the blood-orchid round.
I swear before my final breath
I shall avenge my brother's death,
They strung him up from Blackfriars Bridge
And left him for the crows.

Something stirs within the gloom.
Pray the laudanum kicks in soon.
For I have seen my future in the entrails of a beast.

I rode my horse through driving rain
To Avebury and Salisbury Plain,
My double-barreled shotgun took the lives of many men.

Through eldritch halls and nameless tombs
Whose windows gaoped like open wounds,
I neither slept nor ate and I grew weary, I grew thin.

And there below that unholy ground
I cut their precious orchid down,
Its blood pooled on the floor and burned like acid on my skin.

So now their time on earth is short
And my life has not been for nought,
Though I'll never more see kith nor kin, nor know another Spring.

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from A Dying Man Can Sure Sing The Blues, released May 13, 2013
Lyrics and music by James R Closs. Performed by Muleskinner Jones.

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