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Lord of the desert, just a dustbowl drifter. Seeking...the ideal of a dream! Driven...by a fool's hope. And my journey...is haunted. I sit on a throne of my own making, of solitude (Beguiled by an abyssal spiral), Their hostile silence seeks to surrender my speech (I tear away my stare), I lay my spirit on the altar of their court (Regret is writ in my veins) I speak my mind for judgement matters not (You remind me of what I must regain). No joy, when I think of the distance between us. We meet...in the gloom of dying forest! You! light the sepulchre of my soul. Your eyes in the gloam say we were here moons ago. I sit on a throne of my own making, of solitude. Their hostile stares seek to surrender my speech. I lay my spirit on the altar of their court. I speak my mind for judgement matters not. And return to prevail, for I am winter incarnate. RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Raise your banners high on the battlefield!
RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH surpass their hostile glares, smite their liar king! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Reclaim what once was ours from their lunacy! Dark moon is rising...it brings forth the tides of war. All of this chaos can't eclipse three words I said to you.
track released April 2, 2016
Alex McDonnell (guitars, lead guitar, keyboards, bass, vocals, drum programming)