Blood on the Mesquite (Cover)
Dark, Slow, Nu-Metal, Shoegaze, Post-Grunge
Blood on the Mesquite (Cover)
Dark, Slow, Nu-Metal, Shoegaze, Post-Grunge
Lyrics
Hello everybody, how's everyone doing? ๐ Today I got a treat for y'all, I decided to do a cover of "Blood on the Mesquite" by my boy Fractal ๐ Originally a full on western acoustic song now turned into a western nu-metal ๐ I hope y'all enjoy and be sure to check out the original version! ๐๐ค๐ฅ
"Blood on the Mesquite"
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Verse 1
Dust chokes the throat, a bitter rind,
Sun bleeds the sky, a sickly kind.
Days on the trail, a phantom scent,
Of blood and fear, on the wind it's sent.
Each creak of leather, a whispered dread,
Another mile, closer to the dead.
He walks behind me, in the shadows deep,
The devil's own harvest, he sows while I sleep.
Chorus
He's called the "Butcher of Barren Lands,"
A phantom of fury, with blood-soaked hands.
I'm the hound of hell, on his frozen track,
No mercy given, no turning back.
The mesquite thorns tear at my hide,
But his monstrous deeds, they fuel my stride.
Every beat of my heart, a hammer blow,
To send that demon to the dark below.
Verse 2
Found 'em strung up, in the cottonwood's shade,
Their eyes wide open, a macabre parade.
A woman and child, their terror etched,
On faces frozen, their life force wretched.
He's no man, this fiend I chase,
A creature of hunger, with no human grace.
He leaves a trail of screams in the air,
A symphony of suffering, beyond all compare.
Chorus
He's called the "Butcher of Barren Lands,"
A phantom of fury, with blood-soaked hands.
I'm the hound of hell, on his frozen track,
No mercy given, no turning back.
The mesquite thorns tear at my hide,
But his monstrous deeds, they fuel my stride.
Every beat of my heart, a hammer blow,
To send that demon to the dark below.
Bridge
The air hangs heavy, with flies and rot,
A stench of damnation, a forgotten spot.
I see his work, in the flickering light,
A canvas of horror, painted in night.
He carves his name, in flesh and bone,
A monument to madness, on a desolate throne.
My pistol hums, a low, guttural plea,
For the moment of reckoning, for him and for me.
Verse 3
Rattlesnakes hiss, a mocking sound,
As shadows lengthen, on cursed ground.
He's close, I feel it, a shiver of ice,
The scent of his evil, a bitter vice.
My fingers twitch on the cold, steel grip,
One bullet loaded, for his final slip.
No justice here, just vengeance raw,
To tear him asunder, by nature's dark law.
Chorus
He's called the "Butcher of Barren Lands,"
A phantom of fury, with blood-soaked hands.
I'm the hound of hell, on his frozen track,
No mercy given, no turning back.
The mesquite thorns tear at my hide,
But his monstrous deeds, they fuel my stride.
Every beat of my heart, a hammer blow,
To send that demon to the dark below.
Outro
The moon, a sickle, cuts through the gloom,
His laughter echoes, from a silent tomb.
I see him now, a silhouette stark,
Against the horizon, in the encroaching dark.
No prayers tonight, no whispered plea,
Just the sound of the trigger, setting us free.
One last breath, a strangled cry,
As blood on the mesquite, stains the endless sky.