Hollandus Landing Chapter 507: Elijah Whitebull part II

We started out basic for us since this was one of our songs that was consistently in 4/4 time for people to move to and mosh a bit once they saw us live.

I started shouting the lyrics into the mic once the bassist kicked in with some distorted notes.

“Gilded black blood spills in the sand

Becomes crude crack for the suits that frack

Our mother howls in wretched agony

As these billion dollar vampires suck her fluid dry!”

I threw in a couple of blast beats while the guitarist used some angular riffs.

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