I found your brother running free
I led him to the trap that we laid in the trees
What happened next I won't describe
He was a fool to think that he could leave alive
Yellow eyes
Call of the night, call of the fen
Trade of the fireside for walls and rule of men
But you and I these things we know:
The hunger of the night, the cruelty of snow
Yellow eyes
I won't insult you or deceive
The cruelty of death supports this life we lead
But what of death, and what of life?
What will it matter here, beside me in the night?
Come for the '70s Dodge pickup on the cover. Stay for Americana/Folk music played like rock-n-roll (a winning formula if there ever was one). THE GHOSTS THAT I RUN WITH is nothing short of AWESOME. Andy Smash & the Rust Belt Hotrods