The Tallest Man On Earth Fansite


WEATHER OF A KILLING KIND Well I see the clouds, I see the shadow It’s rainin’ wolves outside our door We stand and watch through hesitation Cause they’ll be spread out there forevermore You said the sun’s behind the fallen It’s how the creatures heat their paws And lay their hands on my decisions And burn right through the books of sober loss Now there is something in the wild Here is a weather of a killing kind Silently pass their sleeping jaws now But I hold cymbals in my hands Don’t need no score to play this piece, no  [ Read More ]

THE WILD HUNT There is a crow moon comin’ in well you keep looking out It is the hollow month of March now sweeping in Let’s watch phenomenons that rise out of the darkness now Within the light she is my storming heroin And old machines abandoned by the ancient races stand I hear them hummin’ down below in hollow earth Oh hell I guess I know in a while I will go under too But just for now I let the spring and storm return I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin’ I live until the call  [ Read More ]