As I drink from the poison of the dead
And see the end coming above our heads
Desperation hasn't established in ourselves yet
Notice that our time, notice that our future is dead
And there's nowhere to go now
All I see is that the black hound is chasing me
I need to concentrate in how to eliminate it
To seek for a way out is just a matter of happening
What else can I do? What else can I do?
Is it old or is it new? Is it red or is it blue?
Questions needing answers now more than ever
Chanting spells and lullabies in need to justify
That you are not such an filthy motherfucker
Clean yourself to earn a spot in heaven to move along
But I know you will only go down to hell
Everything that you have done will crumble down one by one
Expect to meet your maker by himself
All I see is that the black hound is chasing me
I need to concentrate in how to eliminate it
To seek for a way out is just a matter of happening
What else can I do? What else can I do?
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2020