Tradewind from DRYLAND by DRYLAND

Keep my rats in your prayers. Say their name's aloud. Hold your tongue. Cross your heart. Death disavowed.

On a trade wind they'll rise again. White wash your thoughts of all their sin.

I own the darkest night and all in them. Red waves of fresh fleas bites. Our souls condemn. Weaving spiders go not near their silken shroud. Keep my rats in your prayers. Say their name's aloud.

Upon this haunted alter of whale bone. Their was a covenant. Their was promise. And it was carved in stone.

I sleep where the water leaks and I eat where the wood creaks at night. I call to the South Wind: "Let me see my some again tonight."

I call to the North Wind: "Let me gaze on him again, alright?" On the backs of, in the arms of, White Feet, White Wings, White Hands.

• Metal
• doom metal
• hardcore punk
• heavy metal
• punk rock
• stoner rock
• Bellingham