I, humblest re-breather, fall alone – a silent unbeliever sacrificed to the throne. Stones for the deceiver overrule the unified divider.
Hanging on threads of fable, paragon cast off.
I know we're all feeding moments to the fleeting. Will this all begin again?
I, humblest re-breather, fall alone – a silent unbeliever sacrificed to the throne. Stones for the deceiver overrule the unified divider.
The time for choice has come and gone again. Life was gone before we even bled. Words ablaze in this paper grave – are we all that we've unmade? Ending everything? Serpents without beginning? Sovereign gravity? Circles without division?
Hanging on threads of fable, paragon cast off.
I, humblest re-breather, fall alone – a silent unbeliever sacrificed to the throne. Stones for the deceiver overrule the unified divider.
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