LENDERS IN THE TEMPLE
The church in the desert, like a purse stuffed with gold, is surrounded by the hungry, the infirm, and old. And though they make a show of sweeping scraps from their table, they stick it to the poor every chance that they're able. There's lenders in the temple; jackals in the house of God. So me and this drifter broke in there for funds. We made out with the coffers as the clergy sat stunned. I said, "This mansion was built on the backs of the poor, so just pray for our souls as you lie on the floor." The priest pulled a pistol as we ran out the door. I felt a bullet rip through me and I fell to the floor. My partner stopped to help and was shot several times. The money fell in the pool of blood, brains and grime. The priest hit his knees like a man meant to pray. His vestments in gore, his beady eyes glazed. But he wasn't giving last rites to my friend growing cold. The cops swarmed around me as he clawed for his gold. Flip their tables, burn their notes, let's string 'em up and slit their throats.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

Lenders in the Temple

O DAUGHTER OF BABYLON
At the Amargosa River, on the bank we sat down. Yeah, we wept as we talked of forsaking our town. I hung my guitar in the boughs of a tree and cried awhile more as I remembered thee. The boss wants a song, so he shouts to the gang. He laughs as we strike up a rhythm with chains. But how can we sing the LORD's song in this land? If I forget thee, Sacramento, strike this harp from my hand. If I don't recall that city as my greatest joy, the songs of my father on my tongue will cloy. The bossman don't care about my shackle sores. He laughs again and orders us to sing a bit more. When I'm free I swear I'll burn this place to the ground. I'll ride through its streets and gun all its folks down. O Daughter of Babylon, I'll soon pay you back. The blood of your children will paint your streets black. Rejoicing I'll drink from those rivers of gore as I dance to the wails of the great Scarlet Whore.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

O Daughter of Babylon

THE SERPENT
After breaking my chains and the skull of a man, I made like a rabbit and ran. I washed up in the fang of Nevada where I went on the lam. The sky was a mirror, the sand was a blade. I found work in an orchard way down in a glade. A great ouroboros burns in the sky: an eye, lidless and bloodless and cold. And as above, so below. Life begets death begets life in an endless tableau. From the villages and farms and Rez came the men, dirty and poor and thin. I shed my past like a skin and left it out west. I washed off my sins. I reached for an apple and suffered a bite. My senses consumed by the roar and the light. The serpent vanished in the shadows for good. I fell where I stood. A Hualapai spoke of a man named Coyote; a trickster in the woods. The others tried to quiet him but seeing no choice, they drug me from camp singing in a low voice.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

The Serpent

SONG OF RUIN
I rode by night-train down to Cañon Diablo to work on the rails and lay low for a while, but never a town here on God's holy earth did drink itself drunk on such venom and bile. I made my swiftly to a bar down on Hell Street. Above it, a broken sign read "Road to Ruin". A couple of outlaws flew out into daylight, their whiskey undrunk, left behind in the gloom. Tell Mary's harlots to stop what they're doing and gather around to sing this song of ruin. They at once were surrounded by dozens of cowboys whose hands were just itching at their holstered heat. Then all in the blink of a milky crow's eyeball, that onslaught of guns thundered Hell in the street. So they planted those corpses in sands red as bull's blood where they stiffened and bloated and bled out their wounds. Then those drunk, old cowboys rode down there with shovels, disinterring those outlaws from their cruel, arid tombs. Tell all those bandits to quit what they're doing and gather around to hear this song of ruin. "I just can't allow that a man would buy whiskey and not live to drink it," said a man like a goat. "We'll give 'em what's theirs, boys, so take up that bottle!" Then I helped them pour liquor down their slackened throats. We stood there in silence, me and that band of cowboys, as the sun climbed grotesquely like a carrion fly. That star found us sober so we left through the canyons, leaving two piles of rocks where those cold bodies lie. Tell all those cowboys to think what they're doing and ponder the sorrow in this song of ruin.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

Song of Ruin

PROFANE THE NIGHT
I made my way toward Show Low through a desert dry as bone. I grew sicker from my wounds as they festered in the burning sun. Consumed by pangs of hunger, I sought shelter in a cave while the poison in my blood snaked its way into my fevered brain. Blood unto wine, wine turns to piss. Flesh unto bread, bread turns to ash. Gold unto lead, lead into stone. Skin decays to dust, the grave becomes a throne. Without a dime or a bite of food, desperation turned to panic, so when a hunter found my den, he found a beast that had gone manic. I brained him with my rifle butt, then took my knife and slit. I dressed his body where it lay, then roasted it upon a spit.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

Profane the Night

THE BONES OF YMIR
The grizzled hunter was my first. Flesh from yellow bones was flayed. That grim repast did slake my thirst, but only for a day. I slunk out at nights just like a wraith and fell upon the camps. Through the power of their prayers and faith, their fat did light my lamps. I’m falling farther down the shaft. I know I’m never coming back. I slipped into darkness and laughed. Still farther, farther down the shaft. Their bones discarded down a pit, this hunter sought no trophies. I wallowed in my filth and shit, rags and gasoline. Voices called up from the depths; ghosts desperate for revenge. They chilled my blood and seized my breath as the cave filled up with their cold stench. They were calling up from down the shaft, skulking corpses first and last. Their skin was flayed, skulls were smashed, climbing up from down the shaft. I grabbed some clothes from my last meal and escaped down a crawlway. What I thought were angry spirits was just a posse out to slay me. I heard them break into my den. They were overcome completely. Their loved ones’ meat and heads and feet were stacked or hanging neatly. Now I’m crawling farther down the shaft. There isn’t any turning back. I stop to drop a burning match before I’m swallowed by the black.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

The Bones of Ymir

REVELATIONS
With a red rock for a pillow, I lay down as to die. Blood poured thickly through my veins, my fever burning high. I suffered fitful visions, all steeped in blood and hate. They burned themselves on my mind’s eye. I was helpless to escape. I spied a spectral ladder tying earth to Heaven. The spirits of those whom I had wronged climbed in groups of seven. They decried my crimes aloud in accusing ghostly yells. Some made their way up to the top, while others slipped and fell. Demons swarmed like insects from the corpus of the earth. Their claws outstretched and menacing, limbs dragging in the dirt. The earth was torn asunder in a glowing, gaping maw that swallowed those who lost their grip and held all whom should fall. The ground unleashed its horrors; exhalations from a tomb. The choirs of Hell both rose and throbbed, wailing psalms of doom. My soul was rent and boiled dry at the screaming of the damned. I swore I’d never find that healer as I was swallowed by the sands.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

Revelations

ZERO POINT
I washed up in Trinity, my pulse as slow as sand. Corrupted by the venom of the serpent’s poison gland. The town was stripped of all but bones. The houses leaned obscenely. Down the road a coyote loped, its milky eye fixed on me. I saw a woman, dead and gray, skin peeled from her cold face. Her eyes were eaten by the birds, black sockets stared out into space. To her left there sat a man as vacant as the town. The sun had boiled his spongy brains; a broken window for his crown. This is because that is. I clawed my way up to the pair, demanding what I sought. He turned upon me sun-bleached eyes that promised respite could be bought. I gave him everything I owned and all I’d worked to steal to purge the toxin from my veins and have my body healed. He took the bottle from the corpse and handed it to me. Map-like veins and swollen clouds were all that I could see. I drank that rank elixir in one gagging, wretched gulp. It congealed inside my sickly frame, turning bile to pulp. This is because that is. I realized I’d been deceived by empty lies and promises. His entire legend built on lies; through fools he came to prominence. My journey a fool’s errand, so I shot him through his eye. I shook his brains out from his head and hung his body on a pine. I set fire to all around me as I staggered out of town. The coyote ran through fire and smoke, low upon the ground. A ring upon the woman’s finger lit up like the sun. As the coyote swallowed up her hand, Ragnarök was won. This is not because that is not. Hopeless, crazed, and dispossessed, I walked out in the desert. My eyes swam in the heavens while my feet slept in the dirt. With no food, no water and no cure, I prayed for death to find me. The sun spun round and swelled. I was sure that it would blind me. I felt my flesh fall off its bones, my soul evaporate. My self turned into something else; supernal change of state. That foul star absorbed my being until we became as one, lifted into fetid skies, shedding my old form. This ceases to be because that ceases to be.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

Zero Point

ASCENSION
Pillar of flame, rise! Rise! God of no name, rise! Rise! Shadows burned into walls, rise! Rise! An end to it all, rise! Rise! Chaos returns. Rise! Rise! All lessons unlearned. Rise! Rise! Tabula rasa voids the sins of the Father. Rise! Rise! The heavens are gutted, the curtain thrown wide. The moon to the east, rise! Rise! The Magician unleashed, rise! Rise! All hope and all doom, rise! Rise! The dead from their tombs, rise! Rise! The Master takes to the throne, rise! Rise! Flesh is seared off the bone. Rise! Rise! A new King is crowned. Rise! Rise! The palace burns to the ground. Rise! Rise! The palimpsest scraped and made ready again.

Trinity is the third and final album in Sons of Perdition's Dissolution Trilogy. It is a bloody and esoteric spaghetti western that follows a fool's hellish odyssey through the American Southwest. Ripe with allegory and symbolism, it's a desperate tale that spans 16 chapters over an hour and twelve minutes.

CD's ordered from CD Baby include a tarot card created especially for the album by noted German illustrator Christoph Mueller.

Ascension

I kind of recorded this on a whim. It's a cover of a fantastic song by one of my favorite bands ...Bender. If you're into downbeat music, do yourself a favor and pick up one of their albums.

Riding North (Cover of a song by ...Bender)

Zebulon Whatley (voice and guitar) and Lacy Rose (harmonium and backing vocals) share a single microphone in Zeb's living room.

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