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Here's the final of 3 songs I've recorded with a MacBook and it's mic while on vacation. Again, not sure if I'll revisit them or not, but man I had fun recording them this way.
This one's a tale of a Native American warrior that the storyteller likens to the Angel of Death.
This one's a tale of a Native American warrior that the storyteller likens to the Angel of Death.
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Lyrics
in the dead air of the night
on his black horse he will ride
you'll see the whites of his eyes
he is comin for your life
there is nowhere left to run
once the dealin has begun
he won't leave until he's done
he is death you are the one
so save your prayers
to save your soul
and save your tears
it's time to go
on his black horse he will ride
you'll see the whites of his eyes
he is comin for your life
there is nowhere left to run
once the dealin has begun
he won't leave until he's done
he is death you are the one
so save your prayers
to save your soul
and save your tears
it's time to go
Feter
This is haunting ...I can feel the depth of it ..
the story ..the singing ...the licks ...I wish so
very much you would visit them again and give
them a chance to reach the level of studio
quality ... kudos ...thnx alot for sharin !!!!