Dedicated to all the cruisers, bluesers, and bruisers of the Sabbath highways. And riffs. Lots and lots of riffs
Fire walk with me...
Something has just been ripped out...
This ain't no flower power trip....
Beat that chest and bite down harder!
Cool off in a deluge of acid and flowers
Close your eyes and play the songs in your head
Hope? Joy? They're about to become extinct.
Sun-scorched grooves for the afterlife
It's supermothafuzzalicious baby!
We can never turn back from this masterful sorcery
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