Your new Diet is a feast, afore the coming of the Beast.
With Calaveras, tequilla and borrachos.
And without any rest, a pack of loonies took the west.
Waking up the dead, and burying down the damned.
As the moonlight was haunting the insomniacs,
the traitors they gathered in a pack.
All the men they started acting like wolves.
The righteous they wrote the Code,
the recrutes urinated on the soil,
they gave a land to a king who is wearing a crown of foil.
The pilgrims, they came by the thousands
to hear the thoughts and the prayers of the Madmen.
They walked for days and months and some of them never came back.
Within a single length of a thrill, they built a temple atop of the hill.
And now the Future is sealed and their destiny is fulfilled.
from Folklore Noir,
released January 6, 2015
Music and lyrics by The Maggoty Brats