Osmanthus Americanus
by Devilwood
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Cursed Hill
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Brocken Bride
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Demons of My Own
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Witch Hunt
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Debut album, electronically released December 22nd, 2012.
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released 20 March 2013
Recorded, Produced and Mixed by Kyle Bane.
Mastered by L.T.L.O.T.W.
Recorded, Produced and Mixed by Kyle Bane.
Mastered by L.T.L.O.T.W.
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From the misty glens of the Pacific Northwest, Devilwood are Seattle's premier peddlers of electric acid
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The high-energy quintet command a hard-hitting, exotic presence. Possessing the soul of vintage Americana with a heavy psychedelic spell, the group's muscular rhythms and swirling melodies make for a cosmic shock of blood-crazed hippie blues that lifts the spirit high!
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- Track Name: Cursed Hill
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I live on the outside of town
Nobody ever comes around
I live in a house up on a hill
On the wind the dead low tide
It's a rich and rotten Autumn chill
My world is blue, I'm all alone
And when the moon climbs up in the sky
My house turns the color of bone
Around my town is a wall of stone
And I'm the only one with a window high enough to know
I'm a slave to the things I keep to myself
I can't tell no one else
Because the things I see aren't meant to be
You're just a stranger in this town
You'll never understand why life has got me down
I warned you do not come around
There's only madness to be found
It looks like a black and bottomless well
It's bubblin' forth, all buckin' and brayin' with the beasts of a burnin' hell
This statement is my final will
Your mind will ruin you if you're living on top of a cursed hill - Track Name: Brocken Bride
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Sunset burns on the Brocken high
Walpurgisnacht is nigh
Burning a witch on the mountainside
She was a love of mine
Hell's yellow and red lick her virgin thighs
Avert my saxon eyes
Blood hungry mob bleeds the winter dry
I let my lover die
Black column of stroke crosses Odin's eye
Evokes the thunder strike
Scattering ash on the world below
I carry on alone
Love will make you turn a blind eye
To the demons alive in her mind
And the cloven hoof is too unbelievable
It just can't be true
And my love's not enough so I cry
It's not enough to save my Brocken bride
And the cloven hoof is too unbelievable
It just can't be true
Sunrise comes to the Brocken high
But dawn is death in disguise
We burned a witch on the mountainside
She was a love of mine...
