Drag my corpse across the sand to the tower of silence
Lay my body down with my kin, pile our remains up to the sky
Let my blood join with theirs, let the birds clean my bones
Let the winds carry away the demons who are freed when we die
May my final gift to the Earth be to cleanse her of my memory
If the bodies of the just are poisoned and unclean
Then what hope remains for a wretch like me?
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I stumbled across this on "Transylvanian Recordings." They throw down, I may end up getting some more of their releases....this is the one I like best so far! Rich Kinman
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022