Sinister Rites of the Master

by Funeral Horse

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Recorded January 2014 at Digital Warehaus Studio, Houston, TX.

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released 11 August 2014

Jason Andy Argonauts — bass
Paul Bearer — guitar, vocals, harmonica
Chris Larmour — drums, percussion

Album cover illustration: Amanda Marie Bell

Production: Stephen Finley and Paul Bearer
Mastering by Stephen Finley

This album is dedicated to the people who live HIGH in Colorado and Robert Earl Davis, Jr.

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Track Name: Until the Last Nation Falls
Lyrics inspired by John Milton's book, Paradise Lost.
Track Name: Amputate the Hands of Thieves
Lyrics inspired by the senseless destruction of Jerusalem
Track Name: Communist's Blues
Lyrics inspired by Kang Chol-Hwan's book, The Aquariums of Pyongyang.
Track Name: Executioner of Kings
Lyrics inspired by Jean-Baptiste Clery's, A Journal of The Terror.
Track Name: Stoned and Furious
Lyrics inspired by true events.
Track Name: Working Man
I get up at seven or eight
And go to work at nine
I got no time for livin' yeah
I'm workin' all the time

[Chorus:]
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I ever have
I guess that's why they call me
The working man

They call me the working man
I guess that's what I am

I get home at five o'clock
And shoot up meth and speed
Got no time for wondering why
nothing ever good happens to me

[Chorus]

Well, they call me the working man
I guess that's what I am