Trance of the Dead

June 12, 2020

From the depths we cry to thee, God of sovereign majesty, our Trance of the Dead! Please join us on June 12th, 2020 for the release of our new single, Trance of the Dead!

Trance of the Dead

Get ready for the 50th Anniversary of Dock Ellis’ famous no-no hitter while under the influence of LSD! We’re releasing our new single, Trance of the Dead on June 12th, 2020! The first $100 in sales go to The Dock Ellis Foundation!


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Revelation 6:8 – English

And behold a pale horse, and he that sat upon him, his name was Death, and hell followed him. And power was given to him over the four parts of the earth, to kill with sword, with famine, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

Revelation 6:8 – German

Und ich sah, und siehe, ein fahles Pferd. Und der daraufsaß, des Name hieß Tod, und die Hölle folgte ihm nach. Und ihnen ward Macht gegeben, zu töten das vierte Teil auf der Erde mit dem Schwert und Hunger und mit dem Tod und durch die Tiere auf Erden.


Trump – Trance of the Dead

sniff sniff, As long as I am President of the United States, sniff sniff.
sniff sniff <unintelligible> sniff sniff
sniff sniff, Death to America, sniff sniff
sniff sniff <unintelligible> sniff sniff
The American people should be extremely grateful and happy.


Johnny Cash

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 ’round taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won’t be treated all the same
There’ll 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

Till Armageddon no salaam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise men will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they’ll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy 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, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundredweight and penny pound
When the man comes around