Video Baskerville de Argyle Goolsby 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Argyle Goolsby - Baskerville Lyrics

The moss sinks softly to the ground
With each ginger step of this hellhound
Midnight reveals a shaggy mane
Conceals with love this hunting thing
Down in Baskerville. Hear it howl

Three hours down, the clock strikes one
There's no sound, just the smell of firstborn son
Ribs flex on blackened lungs that growl
A local legend's got a vendetta on this house
Way out in Baskerville. Hear it howl

I will cut its' chain tonight. I will drag with no respite
The firstborn into hedges and directly into legend
The devil runs in hide upon the midnight tides
The devil runs in hide upon the moors tonight
Down in Baskerville. Hear it howl