Blood Trail/Lust
Quodlibet - Introduction to: V
Dark in the motel light, vacancy. Room for prisoners, saddle-sore cowboy truck-drivers, ravenous to mount, tickets to ride. Amerikana momma, rodeo queen, hotrods to hell. Doin’ it with her boots on, ridin’ on the mud flap, tearin’ up the bed. She was a love child then she was old, nothin’ in between.
Blood Trail/Lust
Quodlibet V
Lovers born apart together, torn from a sheet of night, wanderlust, forests adrift, shadows, wisps of smoke. Fire dreams ignite passion, heated blood, illusion or not. When flesh is a flame to touch, desire becomes the fuel of innocents and sinners alike, once begun. Hell is afoot, fire is the lesser evil, devours itself and all participants.
Wolves born to run, free to die, no restraints, feral fang & eye.
http://wordwulf.com
Inquiries: [email protected]
© 2017 artwork, music & words
conceived by & property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2017 ©
Quodlibet - Introduction to: V
Dark in the motel light, vacancy. Room for prisoners, saddle-sore cowboy truck-drivers, ravenous to mount, tickets to ride. Amerikana momma, rodeo queen, hotrods to hell. Doin’ it with her boots on, ridin’ on the mud flap, tearin’ up the bed. She was a love child then she was old, nothin’ in between.
Blood Trail/Lust
Quodlibet V
Lovers born apart together, torn from a sheet of night, wanderlust, forests adrift, shadows, wisps of smoke. Fire dreams ignite passion, heated blood, illusion or not. When flesh is a flame to touch, desire becomes the fuel of innocents and sinners alike, once begun. Hell is afoot, fire is the lesser evil, devours itself and all participants.
Wolves born to run, free to die, no restraints, feral fang & eye.
http://wordwulf.com
Inquiries: [email protected]
© 2017 artwork, music & words
conceived by & property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2017 ©
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