Night Passage (Demo)
Zebulon Whatley
The wind blew cold right through me as I headed through the wastes
The venom coiled around my heart and tightened as I quickened pace
Cold flames danced upon the sands, I spied a herd of camels
The muffled drones of Satan's choir called from buried angels
The stars in Heaven marked me, they know my name in Hell
I swear I killed a drifter then whose body vanished where it fell
The air was rank with copper or blood from shuttered mines
A moldy skull stared from a ditch, its fate foretelling mine
I found an empty mining town half-swallowed by the earth
Ghosts peered out through the windows, burning with undying thirst
To avoid the fate of Korah, I headed east to Page
The voices swelled into a din of suffering and rage