Myco Stassens (guitar, vocals) Meadow Stassens (banjo)

Mastered by Thaddeus Moore at Liquid Mastering

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Lyrics: Hands in a bridle, tear up the wild moor/ Same reaching evil calling out is not far/ No kind of working man would be hiding like that/ If I was you I'd be watching my step

He gave you an old roan thin skeleton mare/ And you're going to run her cross sedge right to death/ Man with a jawbone smile the one with sharp sight/ And a long-handled scythe caught you idle awhile

//If she won't hurry for you and run or if she wouldn't quite break/ You can take it as a favor/ If he can give it he can take it away/ Unworthy owner/ Still watching you, this night of yours/ Riding a gift horse//

You learned how to drag your hands over dirt/ So they see you sore and worn from the hard work/ Saw a specter out hunting/ It's time for you to go/ And the conjuring at your side is pulling you home

//Chorus repeat//

What have you done to want her/ Her only use/ Ritual summon, just something to carry you/ What have you done, he's gonna want his cut/ All hours add up

//Chorus//