Reading from these words, entombed with stone, enshrined. Flicker of the candlelight, bring this augury to life! An end to the crushing jaws, the burden's fire.
“One will come with destroyer's tongue,” Fathers cry, “from beneath the earthen spire, beneath the mountain's fire, beneath the temple's ire – Rise!”
Mother's eyes despair the touch of winter's years. Fading in the candlelight, whisper close into Death's ear, drowning in all the laws of ancient liars.
“One will come with destroyer's tongue,” fathers cry, “beneath the earthen spire, beneath the mountain's fire, beneath the temple's ire – Rise!”
Born into this light so unaware - how do we hide? Walk into the dark to disappear and fade with time.
Unjust majesty that brought her to her knees, screaming through her teeth.
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