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THE SCORPION song lyrics
by Joel Sattler

nothing is more alien
than the desert in July
constantly reminded
that life was meant to die

the valley floor is burning
and all things have a edge
the spiked saguaro cactus
to arachnid sacrilege

the scorpion is patient
he waits in shadowed hole
for willing sacrifices
to feed his barren soul

the mountain casts a shadow
Gates Pass is up ahead
and time itself is balanced
tween the living and the dead

and ancient blood is blackened
when night turns bitter cold
the legends tell illusions
of seven cities made of gold

the scorpion's a nightmare
his tail is poison dart
his future made of malice
in his tiny little heart

Cibola is a legend
it never could be real
but many men have perished
to seek the golden wheel

Conquistadors in heaven
look down on wasted men
and wish that they could tell them
to never speak again

the scorpion is angry
evil incarnate
the only thing he lives for
is murder death and hate

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