Devil's Tusk

You've been waning, throat is dry.
Scratched and bitter, make you cry.
Till you bow before the sky.
Pray to Lord now make you die.

Ghost and wraith is calling on.
Withered persons gone and done.
Will you find your way back home.
Wasting away under the sun.

When your throat is parched and full of dust.
Falling apart from all the rust.
You've searched now from dawn to dusk.
You can take a drink from the devil's tusk.

There's a price you pay admittedly.
To taste the wet so you can breathe.
Stand again and take your leave.
But just remember what you see.

When one day some fine time from now.
In day or night you hear the sound.
A blowing horn will call you out.
And all will know you drank it down.

When your throat is parched and full of dust.
Falling apart from all the rust.
You've searched now from dawn to dusk.
You can take a drink from the devil's tusk.

When your throat is parched and full of dust.
Falling apart from all the rust.
You've searched now from dawn to dusk.
You can take a drink from the devil's tusk.

When your throat is parched and full of dust.
Falling apart from all the rust.
You've searched now from dawn to dusk.
You can take a drink from the devil's tusk.