Tales of Terror #2

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One of our favorite projects here at Coffins Collective is our Tales of Terror comic book / music compilation. We released issue #2 on Halloween of 2019 with a huge release parties at Blue Note (Tampa, Florida) and Will’s Pub (Orlando, Florida), complete with live performances from The Prople, Wes Morrison and the Stray Hares, Gyrojets, Will Brack, and of course, Sacred Owls.

The idea is to pop in the CD to listen to while you read the comic to create a fully immersive experience bringing the comic to life! Each one comes in a special package that is blood spattered, numbered, and signed by Mr. Coffins and delivered straight to you!

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released October 19, 2019

The The Prople, Wes Morrison and the Stray Hares, Gyrojets, Will Brack, and of course, Sacred Owls.

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Track Name: Gabriel - Hello
Welcome to Tales of Terror
Track Name: Sacred Owls - Beware, Take Care
In late 2003 Troy Boner walked into a hospital
in New Mexico screaming,
"They're after me because of this book!"
The Franklin Cover Up
he waved leading to his grave.

He was given drugs by the doctors
to calm him down
who know what they gave him.
No time for hospital gowns
his head is slumping down
and he's going in the ground.

Beware, take care
When exposing the dark
you might just bare the mark
Beware, take care
When exposing corruption
it might lead to your destruction.

When the nurses came to check on
the next morning
Boner was sitting in a chair
bleeding from the mouth
and quite dead.

Former FBI, Ted Gunderson
demanded autopsy
and information.
Then he died mysteriously
with more questions than answers.

Beware, take care
When exposing the dark
you might just bare the mark
Beware, take care
When exposing corruption
it might lead to your destruction.
Track Name: Sacred Owls - Pedophile Hunter Rock'n'Roll
Pedophile Hunter Rock'n'Roll
Gunnin' them down really sooths my soul
I don't wanna hear no sob story
Cross that line and it's gonna get gory
Behave or it's the grave, alright?
Hebephile hunter Rock'n'Roll
If grass is on the field
you'd better maintain control.
Leave those tweens alone
or we're gonna skin you to the bone, alright?
Behave or it's the grave, alright?
I'm not apposed to therapy.
Do what it takes to avoid your fate.
I don't sympathize with your discontent
'cause I empathize more with lack of consent.
Behave or it's the grave, alright?
John Podesta is a pedophile
James Alafantis is a hebephile
I find all these creeps so vile
'cause of the lines they cross to defile.
There's just no excuse.
Under 18, it's abuse.
Joe Biden is a pedophile
Holywood and D.C. pedophiles
Texas is the reason
now it's open season, alright?
I'm not apposed to therapy.
Do what it takes to avoid your fate.
I don't sympathize with your discontent
'cause I empathize more with lack of consent.
Behave or it's the grave, alright?
Track Name: Sacred Owls - Good Gal With A Gun
Good gal with a gun
Good gal with a gun
No need to worry hun
We got'em on the run
When we gun'em down
it's hard to have a frown
when they're goin' in the ground
Who needs a good guy with a gun?
They get all the fun.
Out there huntin' scum
kickin' ass & chewin' bubble gum
Give this man a ride
sweet Emily will die
'les she's a good gal with a gun
Track Name: Sacred Owls - Magog and the Ghouls
Magog and the ghouls
Magog and the ghouls
Spill the blood that pools
Masks with horns of bulls
Welcome to the flames
There is no one else to blame
They will know you by this name
Track Name: Sacred Owls - When The Man Comes Around
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder.
One of the four beasts saying "come and see"
and I saw, and behold a white horse.

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum.

Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come.

There's a whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
There's a whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

'Til Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet, they'll cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum.
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come.

There's a whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
There's a whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
and I looked and behold, a pale horse.
And his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.
Track Name: Will Brack - Swamp Song
Snuck in your crop at 3am that is when I began to snatch up all your swampy weed It was so damn hot I couldn't breath
It was so damn dark I couldn't see my own hand right in front of me When I turned to try to leave I ran smack dab into a tree

Got back up only to find the biggest alligator I ever seen in my life
He snapped his jaws and snatched my stash
I tried to hold on but it happened so fast
Got back up pulled hard as I could
Got both boots stuck in the mud
Let go cus that gator's mean
The whites of his teeth were all I could see

Farmer comes out with a big shotgun I took what I could and started to run
Made clear cross one county
One more street and I'd be home free
Farmer pulls out in front of me with his alligator in his passenger seat
As I turned to run away that farmer yelled "You gonna pay boy!"

That's about the time that I woke up
My bedsheets were all covered in mud
Thought about what it could mean
I hoped it was just a terrible dream
But I reached in my pocket and pulled out some bud and that's when I knew that I sure was fucked
Then I heard a scratch at the door
It was the farmer and his alligator looking for they're score
Track Name: The Prople - Queen of Hell
Julia blew her cool, yeah, when Frank whispered to her,
Of further regions of experience, a cubic crown at the center,
Her path to hell unpaved and a thirst for blood innate,
Within a profane, skinless entity, formerly an extant dame,

Lilith lingers unfulfilled, alone within the woods,
Left carving twisted roadways to a prophetic falsehood,
But hold her hand, she'll light the way, she'll overwrite the end of days,
Personified damnation, far beyond Madam Satan,

Author of the book, Ruby inked it all in blood,
And bound it in the flesh of evil dead,
Mother of all wicked, interrupted and constricted,
By a temporal postponement sealed by truce in token,

Don't get strung out by the ones above belief,
Every secret burns within what you want to be,
Obliterate your destiny, desecrate the patriarchy,
Tall upon the ruins, claim what's yours,

If you believe, you, too, can be the queen of hell...
Track Name: The Prople - The Crooked Man
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
Found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house,

The crooked man stepped forth and rang the crooked bell,
And thus his crooked soul spurred into a crooked hell,
Murdered his crooked family and laughed a crooked laugh...
Track Name: The Prople - Time To Float
They hold my hand and disappear,
I consume the milk of their darkest fears,
I'm getting kind of hungry and I'm thinking that it's time to float,

Awakened following 27 Years,
The storm blew the whole circus down here,
But we're no longer strangers and baby, it's time to float,

Just look into the light,
Beyond all bounds of infinity,
Gaze upon my eyes,
Take my hand and you'll float too,
Eternal fun and games for me and you,

They hold my hand and disappear,
I consume the milk of their darkest fears,
I'm getting kind of hungry and I'm thinking that it's time to float,

Awakened following 27 Years,
The storm blew the whole circus down here,
But we're no longer strangers and baby, it's time to float,

Don't you want a balloon?
Invite all your friends, they'll float too!

Step right up, child, you're among friends,
I'll covet your redolent terror,
It flirts from within,
Oh, I can taste your every fear,
There's no escape so crawl on in,
And we'll all float down here,

They hold my hand and disappear,
I consume the milk of their darkest fears,
I'm getting kind of hungry and I'm thinking that it's time to float,

Awakened following 27 Years,
The storm blew the whole circus down here,
But we're no longer strangers and baby, it's time to float,

Don't you want a balloon?
Invite all your friends, they'll float too!

No, wait, look into the light,
Beyond all bounds of infinity,
Gaze upon my eyes,
Take my hand and you'll float too,
Eternal fun and games for me and you,

We've got peanuts, cotton candy and popcorn, too!
The only thing missing is you!

They hold my hand and disappear,
I consume the milk of their darkest fears,
I'm getting kind of hungry and I'm thinking that it's time to float,

Awakened following 27 Years,
The storm blew the whole circus down here,
But we're no longer strangers and baby, it's time to float,

Don't you want a balloon?
Invite all your friends, they'll float too!
Track Name: Wes Morrison and the Stray Hares - Hoc Es En Votis
Crazed thoughts shaking in my head
Fueled up with whiskey
But it drove me straight to bed
I hear some laughin’ or maybe I’m just cryin’
Swallow some air because I’m afraid of dyin’
I sense someone steppin’ through my veins
My blood flow slows but my heart feels the same
Some hear voices sounding in their brain
The voices call from me all cry in refrain
Hoc es ten votis
Gather on your knees
Hoc es ten votis
Give yourselves to me
The time is night, The end draws near
Hoc est en votis
Give into your fear
Lights flash and objects fly
No use in folding hands and looking to the sky
You may whisper but he hears all
All the hushed sounds hissing down the hall
A man in black come in to stay
Wailing out words written on a page
I feel me float above those below
The voices that are killing me only seem to grow
Hoc es ten votis
Gather on your knees
Hoc es ten votis
Give yourselves to me
The time is night, The end draws near
Hoc est en votis
Give into your fear