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The wind here is cold Day and night Keeping us under the snow Poisonous air everywhere Keeping us under snow Our halo won´t glow won´t shine Our halo won´t glow Poisonous air everywhere Keeping us under the snow Frost covered bones Teeth scattered like jewels Keeping us under the snow A city wrapped coldly in a funeral shroud Keeping us under the snow Our halo won’t glow, won’t shine Our halo won’t glow Highways and bridges collapsed like bad veins Keeping us under the snow
The Room 02:50
There is a tall man Who is here in my room And he makes me shiver down to my spine The city lie still There is nothing outside Underneath the red sky filled with snow There is a tall man I think he is waiting And he makes my heart grow cold And sometimes he speak In whispers he says I will let you live, but no one else
Toyah 04:53
The bones of a giant, ocher and pliant, turn in red sands like a stone in your hand. Sockets frame the moon in the warm, velvet gloom. Veins flail around, bleeding petrol in the ground. Toyah. Alone in all creation, the colossus’ devastation from being forgot in the desert, left to rot. Baying silent at the stars. Prayers sealed up in jars. A Neanderthal god, obsolete and flawed. Toyah.
She 03:59
She rests, deep underground, down down Where roses won't live, won't grow No one knows where she lie, where she died Where sunlight won't come, won't shine A tree stands in her stead Reaching for the sun, up high A tree grows from her bones Reaching for the sun, up high Now, she is just a word Where did she go? Where did she go? She is just a whisper Where has she gone? Where has she gone? She sat in her car, drove on on on She never came back, back home No note, no sign, immaculate design She left with the winds due shift A tree rose in her stead Reaching for the stars, up high A tree grows from her bones Reaching for the moon, up high
The silence that lays like the fog on a grave. A despondent lover lying dead in the clover. Bottle held in fingers. The bitter smell lingers on the lips, on the clothes, on the clover and the rose. Eyes like dusty mirrors blindly watch the river. Bees hum quiet witness then depart into the distance. The lover lies alone and with time, flesh proffers bone. You’ll find no note from this lover, nor from the absent other. Go elsewhere with your questions. Here you’ll find no facile lessons.
Laurie 02:46
No night, there´s no day No light and no time The trees I saw growing, the trees I learned knowing Are nowhere to find No black and no white No darkness no light No death and no life No husband, no wife No faces to know No places to go The ones I learned, the ones I saw growing Are nowhere to find No right and no wrong No laughter, no song No joy and no pain No healthy or sane I can`t find my Laurie I can´t find my girl anywhere
Forty years in the wilderness have brought me back to this place. Railroad tracks on the skin of the earth, scars on the back of a slave. The ghosts of ancestors awake in the land. Mineshafts howl like hungry throats that swallow men and vomit riches. The Wendigo teeth of insatiable sawblades turning forests into ditches. The ghosts of ancestors call from the land. A solitary shack on the side of a road, empty, silent, and still, surrounded by waves of green pastureland more than a century untilled. The ghosts of ancestors walk in the land. Everything settles slowly into rot but for a name remembered. The veins in this body like so many ropes that bind me to this anchor and draw me into the kingdom; the kingdom of ghosts.
Black Wings 02:38
John downed the last drops of brandy before he wrote A note saying I`ll be with you forever He called his landlord saying they`ll find me on the floor But not before he sat ready and music was on ´cause this war could not be won He took his iron twelve gauge gun And laid eyes on his only son on a picture Fly on blackened wings June ate thirty pills that she stole and never woke A note laid unfinished in her hands She closed her eyes and floated away into nothingness In her evening dress she laid beautiful and calm Her war was over and done She had no places left to run She had no reason to stay another day Fly on blackened wings
Tombstone 04:49
A sprawling old corpse all tangled in scrub, mummified under the molten gold sun that vomits harsh light, a dime museum display. There isn’t any dignity left in this grave lying in the sun. Tourists buzz about and alight on parched skin, drunk on nostalgia, romance, and vinegar. The floorboards creak with age, atrophy and wilt. Dust powders the windows in delicate silt, staring at the sun, Rafters breach rooflines and trees shatter porches. Fingernails grow after the soul long divorces. Houses erode to sand, dead skin in the wind. Decay at a glacial pace, old as the land and witnessed by the sun. The timbers hang and sag and show the structure beneath: ribs under skin, punished under their feet. That wind a death rattle ripped from the throat of a whore. Hubcaps gleam dully from branches and doors, shining in the sun. Extinguished life, evaporated gasoline. A musty shroud pulled over a face drawn and lean. No spirit haunts these walls, no ghost lingers here. A thousand drowned murmurs all lost in the air, sacrificed to the sun. All dried up and gone. The crowds go howling on.
Josephine 03:30
Flee Josephine They have your prints Josephine Be my only queen I`ll keep you safe, oh Josephine We Josephine will be together for eternity Hide with me oh Josephine We`ll see the sun again you and me Falling, I was falling under Until I saw your face oh Josephine Falling, I was falling under Until I heard your name, oh Josephine No one will come between you and me, oh Josephine No one to harm you or intervene You and me oh Josephine Falling, I was falling under Until I saw your face oh Josephine Falling, I was falling under Until I heard your name, oh Josephine
In the sands of Arizona lies a grave so all alone. Whether miner or cowboy fey, that blank red stone won’t say. Someone lived and then they died. Their body planted where it now lies. Their blood drank by thirsty soil. Their brittle bones all bleached and boiled. Once their name was said aloud, but they took it with them into their shroud that cradles bones in folds of cotton, like a memory totally forgotten. And one day soon, just like them, time will stop these tired limbs. My name like my body to dust and all that was me will be lost.


"Fossils" is a full-length collaborative split between Sons of Perdition and Jaran Hereid, who previously worked together on Yuma Sun's sophomore album, "Hell." This album relays eleven somber tales of broken people, broken towns, and broken limbs.


released March 20, 2015


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Sons of Perdition make weird, dark music. Their seventh release, Heathen Hof, is available May 1, 2022.

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