Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baskerville , by - Argyle Goolsby. Song from the album Saturnalia of the Accursed, in the genre Альтернатива Release date: 10.09.2015 Record label: A Corpse With No Name Song language: English
Baskerville
The moss sinks softly to the ground
With each ginger step of this hellhound
Midnight reveals a shaggy mane
Conceals with love this hunting thing
Down in Baskervillle.
Hear it howl
Three hours down, the hand bites one
There’s no sound, just the smell of firstborn son
Ribs flex on blackened lungs that growl
A local legends got a vendetta on this house
Way out in Baskerville.
Hear it howl
I will cut its' chain tonight.
I will drag with no respite
The firstborn into hedges, and directly into legend