Hair grown like woods, riddled with witches. His eyes were only made for looking at the Priestess. Still the same buildings standing in place. Still the same roots growing up to his waist.
She looks so good in her funeral gown, better hurry up,'cause the hearse is going round.
Still the same coffin that I left behind. Twenty-odd years, you don't need to remind me - that this pillar of salt used to be my wife. Could've been a queen. Could've had a life.
She looks so good in her funeral gown, better hurry up,'cause the hearse is going round.
And I'm a patron of The Valley Below. I am the saints and the martyrs. I am the scum on death row. I used to be alive, but now I'm dead in a hole. They call me penniless scum. I even sold my soul.
And the good people said: "You must have lost your head. You can't listen to the Priestess. Not a word that she's said."
I used to be alive, but now I'm dead in a hole. They call me penniless scum. I even sold my soul.
Priestess, oh could you take me home? I ain't nothing if I'm not a wary soul.
An absolute banger from our all time favourite Canadian band. Also, we got Vincent featuring on our new album, and we're pretty amped about it. Ruff Majik
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I cannot stop showing this album to friends who aren't into stoner rock. Its the perfect soundtrack for every scenario: dinner with mates, camping, driving at night. Love it limblr
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Mellowed out, fuzzed out, spaced out stoner doom metal. Sit back, tune in, drop out, and let Spaceslug take you on a lackadaisical journey into the galaxy. 7/10 RJ