1987: One of the last songs I wrote before joining Phantasm.
A tale of incestuous rape, conspired vengance, drunken debauchery, fratricide, miscarried justice and war, revolving around a flawed and tragically doomed protagonist. Eat your heart out, Quentin Tarentino; we're talkin' Old Testament now.
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