Cult of the Ibex
Dedicated to all the cruisers, bluesers, and bruisers of the Sabbath highways. And riffs. Lots and lots of riffs
Fire walk with me...
Something has just been ripped out...
This ain't no flower power trip....
Beat that chest and bite down harder!
Cool off in a deluge of acid and flowers
Hope? Joy? They're about to become extinct.
Are you tripping? You sure as hell are!
A hazy explosion of vintage wizardry
Tremble before the impending doom
Drown in these poisonous waters
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