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Taste The Sin (Deluxe Edition)

by Black Tusk

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Time is coming Heed the sound Rip your face off Thrash around No use fighting You can't run Bursting through you Like a gun Storm is brewing No control Embrace the madness In your soul Black to black Tusk to tusk Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Make your ears bleed Crash of thunder Summon rain Thrash the stage Into flames
Slithering down From righteous skies Look in its eyes So divine Nectar of gods Symbol of lust Knowledge of all Just out of grasp Serpent of hell Satan Taste of the flesh Come down Ignorant bliss Taste the sin Weakness of men Sacrifice From my side In due time Opened my eyes Hunger for more Charmed by the snake And thou be damned
Running through the mist, knee deep snow drifts Lungs tight, heart pounds, cannot back down Hear them stalking, hot breathe, dark night, fear rips inside, no place to hide. Surrounded, trap down, first light, last dawn, their howls draw near, their hunt, my fear Teeth shine, blood drips, fangs curl, snarled lips, slain by the beast, all hell unleashed. Red eyes, black skies Red paints the land, signs of my last stand Time to feed once again.
Attack Hear my call Raise your swords Mount your stead Lord of lords For honor I have no laws Bound by blood Truth and valor Pledged my life Warrior's creed Plunge the blade Left to right To the hilt Drained my life Glory in death Keep my pride Take my soul Ride the knife
Now is the time This is the place These are our terms In time we show our face Our shackles are broken You will meet your demise My spirit you cannot take And now we will rise
My trust, forsaken again Hung out to dry once again Your word, has proved to be shit Left here, dealing with it No honor amongst thieves Dead weight, holding me down Useless, stripped of your crown Your lies brought me to this end Cannot call you a friend Deceit, now you know your place Can't rise, with your foot on my face Twist the knife again
Redline 02:41
The Takeoff 02:32
Take off Hammer down, swerve, roaring sound Steel frame bends, southern bound I stand lone, this is mine Kick up dust, on my quest for speed Breath runs short, adrenaline See the heat, running red Lead sled rips through the night Life or death, on my quest for speed ON my way, nothing can stop me now Sacrifice, all that has left me now
The Ride 03:03
No flaws No faults No cares No tread, death proof Rev up, gripping the wheel with my hands Rev up, preparing for my last stand Where am I at, where do I go Don't know where I'm goin, but I ain't goin slow Double clutchin
The Crash 03:47
Too far, journey has come to an end Times up, no chance to repent for my sins Lights out, far from heaven so send me to Hell Fuck you, this is my final farewell Devil on my shoulder, bold and getting bolder Devin on my shoulder, cold and getting colder Wreckage, a mass of twisted steel Glory, hands are still stuck to the wheel Ain't goin slow!


The Savannah scene has produced so many great bands you'd be excused for thinking that sludge is in the water there, but there's no excuse for overlooking BLACK TUSK. Comparisons of 'Taste The Sin' to bands BLACK TUSK considers brothers only tell part of the tale; the band's sophomore release and first for Relapse Records rips into you with locomotive riffing and powerful percussion, creating a furious display that incorporates the fury of punk and the precision of thrash metal within a familiar Southern-fried landscape. If 'Taste the Sin' is wrong, you won't want to be right!

***Includes Digital Booklet***


released May 25, 2010

Relapse Records


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Black Tusk Savannah, Georgia

Black Tusk was born from sweat. There was blood, and maybe a few tears, too, but more than anything, it was sweat that marked the earliest years of Savannah, Georgia’s Black Tusk. Formed in 2005 by three lifelong friends—bassist Jonathan Athon, guitarist Andrew Fidler, and drummer James May—the band welded together what they called “swamp metal.”

Photo credit Geoff Johnson
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