Them Pulp Criminals - Ballad of a Highway Spirit | Текст песни

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• Ballad of a Highway Spirit

Many miles I hiked to set my weary head to sleep,
Hundred highways, pale moonlight, northwards I shall keep
These eyes have seen acts of grace and pain beyond belief,
But still there’s many miles to go before I find relief
Once, the time so long ago it’s record turned to dust
I was a man of blackened heart, found pleasures in disgust,
The Lord have called me to himself and hollered “Evil one!
You’ll gather souls for me to damn, and rest when you are done”

Soul without corpse
Moving on along these highways
Carried by the kind hearts ‘fore the morning light
Grim is my work
And so I wander earth
Among the living and the damned as the lonesome nameless wraith

The morning comes with sunlight I descend into my grave
Eerie, dreamlike dormant state I watch my life depraved
But once the midnight tolls the bell and darkness takes the world
I’d hit the road and roam about and seek for feral souls

There will come the night when my spirit will be free
But before I throw my shackles off there’s work to do for me
So if you meet me hiking there and stop to give me ride
You’d better bear a stainless heart, or Hell is where we stride

Soul without corpse
Moving on along these highways
Carried by the kind hearts ‘fore the morning light
Grim is my work
And so I wander earth
Among the living and the damned as the lonesome nameless wraith

Beware… The hiking stranger in the night