Appalachian Witch

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Sulking holds her stride through the leaves
antlers lace her hair with feathers and teeth
holes are her eyes sunk and black
born of thorn and thistle along the tracks
her hands are the frost on your breath
her tongue makes the Blue Ridge reek of death
river county ready all your pyres
Appalachian witch forged in the fires
lead the children to the hills
you run when I call
there's blood in the plains tonight
her howl calls their names to her side
I met her in them broken pines
and I asked her "what's it take"
and I drank blood from her dirty hands
now blood is all I taste
preacher holds his cross like a knife and gun
but god ain't saving you or anyone
hunter and the harvest lie the same
something gotta pay for us to stay
storm crawling down the banks
the sky it falls
sick of all the rot in our veins
we set the mountains ablaze
as fire swept across them hills
i wretched from our mistake
our babies bones all through the woods
and no witches for our stakes

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from Appalachian Witch EP, released April 21, 2017

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Gallows Bound Winchester, Virginia

Though deeply rooted in the traditional bluegrass of their home in Virginia, Gallows Bound has a strong affection for their upbringing in punk rock and stitches their influences together in a blazing fury of Appalachian Punk Bluegrass. Formed in 2012, the band released self-titled album in 2014 and has been touring non-stop since. New release "Appalachian Witch" set to release in Spring 2017 ... more

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