“Come, Fathers of the fire - gathering altar! Vexation from without - heresy is spread! A call to hunt, to tear asunder – Lords of flame, bring the light!
A false redemption consume inception. Errant devotion. Shadow's cursed vision.
Go into the night, 'neath fog and cowl – unto the sword this Augur will bow! This heathen verse, a bastard's hope. Make known his cup be filled with dust!”
“I've seen destiny trapped in reveries – gilded feet, futures known. Lamentations crest the sky crashing down, reverence lost. Paths of fate are writ upon oceans – divined sight never known.”
“Come, Fathers of the fire - gathering altar! Vexation from without - heresy is spread!”
Blessed king! The saint, condemned. Barren, the womb of faith.
You've probably heard that our fellow Columbus-ite, Ben Sharp, is a goddamned genius. We challenge you to dislike this, our favorite of his albums. Sleepers Awake
Half our band's (the Chris's) other band, with less vocals and more doom. Seriously good stuff, but don't just take our biased word for it. Think for yourself, listen to White Wolves. Sleepers Awake