Appalacian Soul

The sun was setting on the painted autumn landscape in the mountains, and my hand was in Jeremy's as we rode along. Over the weekend, my heavy metal taste had been softened by the southern gothic playlist I created for the occasion.

We had just laid my aunt to rest on the hillside in McCreary county the day before... and I was on my way home feeling closer to my cousins than ever. This is the gift she gave my newfound appalacian soul. Now I can breathe just a little easier knowing that comfort waits for me in the hills when I visit again.

Rise up and fall Saint Elizabeth
I am keen to your call in the midst
I am slave to your land I will die by your hand, Elizabeth
The church it did call me Elizabeth
To sing in salvation and joy
But the carriage is stain and broken and plain Elizabeth
Take me up to your glory Elizabeth
On white and screeching wheels
For the serpent has died and I'm leaning by your side, Elizabeth

Can’t you hear the calling from beneath
With black and rotten teeth
White roses all around, uncovered on the
Can’t you hear the calling from beneath
With black and frozen feet
White roses all around, uncovered on the ground

I'm the devil’s disciple Elizabeth
Down there in the depths of below
Tie me up on your cross take me up on your thoughts
Elizabeth
Let the Earth fall around us Elizabeth
Let it sink to the valley below
Let them come set us free we are bound eternally Elizabeth
So sing with me now Saint Elizabeth
Away from this mountain town
Take me into your presence unbroken and blesses Elizabeth

Can’t you hear the calling from beneath
With black and rotten teeth
White roses all around, uncovered on the
Can’t you hear the calling from beneath
With black and frozen feet
White roses all around, uncovered on the ground
On the ground