I've got a story of a nighttime prowl
On a warm summer night gone horribly foul
The sun sank low and it set the stage
For a witching hour fueled by rage
Blood on the windows and the death on the breeze
Eight skulls crushed and it's off into the trees
Blood on the windows and death on the breeze
Eight skulls crushed and it's off into the trees
Her only light a lit cigarette cherry
Who knows what sent her temper flaring?
The axe-slinging slasher set up a panic
Waiting patiently in that poor family's attic
Blood on the windows and the death on the breeze
Eight skulls crushed and it's off into the trees
Blood on the windows and death on the breeze
Eight skulls crushed and it's off into the trees
The axe not enough for this heartless deed
Both ends of the axe were fed by this spree
Hope those children said their prayers
Or they might find that the abyss also stares
Rooster cried at dawn, didn't know why
The well of blood had finally run dry
Some say she simply skipped town,
But I saw her get swallowed up by the ground
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2020