One of only two worthwhile songs on W.A.S.P.'s 2nd LP (the other being Wild Child). The lyrics make me think of a timeless Reaper-like figure, roaming the open spaces harvesting souls as they die. I don't see it as having any deeper meaning, but I'm open to being convinced otherwise. It's about as deep as W.A.S.P. got until Blackie realized he was in a rut and drastically changed direction on Headless Children.
It's a cool tune, dark and foreboding unlike the overt, shallow decadence that dominates the majority of their early-career output.
One of only two worthwhile songs on W.A.S.P.'s 2nd LP (the other being Wild Child). The lyrics make me think of a timeless Reaper-like figure, roaming the open spaces harvesting souls as they die. I don't see it as having any deeper meaning, but I'm open to being convinced otherwise. It's about as deep as W.A.S.P. got until Blackie realized he was in a rut and drastically changed direction on Headless Children.
It's a cool tune, dark and foreboding unlike the overt, shallow decadence that dominates the majority of their early-career output.