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The Hound

from The Shadow Tradition by Mala Suerte

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lyrics

In my tortured ears I hear the sound
Of the faint and distant baying of a hound
'Tis not a dream I fear, nor am I mad
For so much has happened that I know that I am damned
I alone know that St. John is now a corpse
And my fate lies upon the same ill-fated course

Ennui from normal pursuits
And jaded sensibilities
Finally led us to this
Morbid practice of grave robbing

Pale autumnal moon casts long shadows over graves
Where within the earth hides the secrets which we crave
Digging through the ground we struck something as hard as rock
And beheld a mouldy and rotting oblong box
There in that Holland churchyard we found our doom
Buried for five centuries evil was entombed
And as we gazed upon skeletal remains
We spied the pendant of a hound carved from the greenest jade

Seizing the green jade object, we closed up the grave and sailed on to England
Though the sound returned and the distant baying of the fiendish hound nearly drove us to madness
Then on one dark night when St. John returned home he was torn to shreds by some unknown being
Thus commenced my dread and the thought to return this cursed amulet to the grave where we found it
So I might save my soul

So at last I stood again in that unwholesome churchyard
Where the sullen leafless trees droop to meet the cracked slabs
Excavation was quick as my sanity took leave
For within that coffin was something I'd not conceived
For that charnel thing we'd robbed there in that box underground
Released a deep sardonic bay as of some gigantic hound
Though I escaped hysterically, my days are now filled with dread
The only comfort left for me will only come when I am dead

I only wish I was dead
I only wish I was dead
I only wish I was dead
I'll put a bullet in my head

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from The Shadow Tradition, released July 18, 2009

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Mala Suerte Austin, Texas

As the anno domini 2012 lurches closer to the horizon, so does the 13th year of Mala Suerte's bleak-as-fuck existence. Austin's alchemists of abjection are no strangers to harsh times, neither is the "joke" lost on them. Plagued by constant line-up shifts/drop outs, personal strife, and overal neglect, this coven of the black sun trudges on. ... more

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