ACID WITCH “5508 Martin St.“ (from new album ROT AMONG US)

Taken from their upcoming album “ROT AMONG US,“ out on Hells Headbangers October 1st, 2022. MERCH ---------------- CD: “DOOM ON, DROP OUT“ Bundle: CD Digital Supplies: TAPE: DIGITAL: VINYL: Out 2023 T-SHIRT: LONG SLEEVE: PULL-OVER HOODIE: ZIPPER HOODIE: CREWNECK SWEATSHRIT: --------------- LYRICS: -------------- (The unassuming little grey house on Martin St. Was not unlike all the others in rows that you see Insignificant seemed the room added on the back Just a quiet place to get much needed rest...) A clandestine room like a billion more Four angled walls entombed by wooden boards Encased in time by a roof and floor Could be a portal filled with many doors? What if evil inhabits such a normal place? A crossing void through time and space Where dreamlike world’s deliquesce The Witch rules here in omnipotence CH) 5508 Martin St. is just like any home We’ve all heard strange noises at times when we’re all alone We’ve all had fleeting nightmares that linger through the day The kind that make you wonder was that real or just a dream? Family man grinds away, midnight line he slaves for pay and needs to rest his weary head That backroom was perfect if it wasn’t for the stench, but since there’s no where else, in darkness slumber crept... Uneasy dreams bring night-gaunt horrors A refracted realm of night-sweat terrors Unseen force pulls your hand to the closet door Inside, your daughter’s severed head is lying on the floor CH) 5508 Martin St. was left to burn and rot The room in back, decrepit now Almost totally forgot But at the witching hour The room whispers of your name Beckoning you to find her and make her live again Jolted from the dead of blackest sleep To realize it was just a horrid dream Then startled by a sickening scream Trapped between realities So drift once more in restless slumber Witch’s curse you now succumb to And in the morning, face pale and listless And you will not speak of what you witnessed... For the unseen hand rolled you in your bed You came face to face with the crone of death The most hideous face you’ve ever seen Open mouth, it tries to speak... Nothing but a foul reek... Nothing but a noxious stink... From the formless hag of Martin St. Your body can, but your mind will never leave Trapped for eternity, in a little room on Martin St. A horrid hag hisses on Martin St. The horrid hag of Martin St.