The Cerberean Hounds

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The Cerberean Hounds

Say your prayers rabbit
God released the hounds
Behold he rides the clouds
Sky is coming down
Goodbye cobweb city
Falling Babylon
She has become a dwelling haunt for daemons...

Great electric network
Harlot sorcery
The unchast
Those who love and practice deceit
Hear the horses coming
White, red, black, pale green
Smoke locust scorpions
Feel their five month sting...

Two hundred miles of blood
Flowing five feet high
Feel the wrath of the Lamb
Cut down by his sword...
Wait for the Lord
Be strong
Let your heart take courage
Wait for the Lord...

I can’t move the mountains
I can’t part the seas
I can’t heal the leper
No, not one of these
It’s easier to doubt than it is to believe
But I die with my faith sewn onto my sleeve...

Wait for the Lord
Be strong
Let your heart take courage
Wait for the Lord...

-Romans 3:23-

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from Sunshine On Daemon Land, released September 3, 2012

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Rebel Son Rise Orono, Maine

Rebel Son Rise is an audio and visual self portrait of a man of numerous, distinguished demeanors.

His weapons of choice are vocals, harmonies, voices, 12 string guitars, bass, drums, auxiliary percussion, bodhran, tin whistle, tuned glasses of water, keyboards, samples, lyrics, art design, photography, film/video. RSR also serves as a producer, sound engineer, audio mixer and film/video editor.
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