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Current | |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals (2008-present) |
Dean Reed | Guitars (2009-present) |
Kevin Foran | Bass (2010-present) |
Adam Fisk | Guitars (2010-present) |
Patrick Vollmer | Guitars (2012-present) |
Past | |
Mike Lang | Guitars |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Upon the Oaken Throne | Full-length | 2011 | Show album |
2 | Sea of Trees Forest of Gallows | Full-length | 2011 | Show album |
3 | Grit Part I: Vigilance | Full-length | 2013 | Show album |
4 | Grit Part II: Drift | Full-length | 2018 | Show album |
Upon the Oaken Throne
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 19th, 2011 | Independent | CD | Limited edition | |
Unknown | Independent | Digital |
Members | |
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Mike Lang | Guitars |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Upon the Oaken Throne | 12:20 | Show lyrics |
The armies of hell knock at my door They reign with pestilence, corruption of intelligence Their crusade: against freedom. Freewill They took nothing, they took everything My eyes are empty. They see no hope. My hands are bound, unto the truth My mind bears the weight of this prison Breaking through on hands and knees to reach absolution. This place kills me. All I do is sleep You’ve burned my temples Places of refuge Left to dust. Lost in lines. Left behind. This shrine cleanses me. Refuge from assault Born again with eyes Eyes full of hope My mind breaks free of this prison I’ve reached absolution, I found redemption. The armies of hell decay at my door I reign with freewill Upon the Oaken Throne My crusade: against man. Conformity. I’ve lost nothing, but gained everything. |
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2. | Destruction of Seasons | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
Thus the wind blew a hymn For the weary and forgotten tales of ancient men. Were told to teach all that you cannot best, that which triumphs war. I journeyed to the desert, watched empires fall into the dusk. Asphalt wastelands, exhumed from sight. Eagles again proud kings of the sky. And there I took my life’s blood. To make amends. Spilt upon gravel and dirt. The Destruction of Seasons A new rebirth, new innocence. Extinction is over. The beginning of a brand new end. I traveled to the ocean. To raise existence out from under the sun. Falling farther, into the wealth of water. Slowly fading into dissonance, the cries of the dead fill my head. |
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3. | Ashes | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Ashes fall faintly, and slow through space. Their path leads back to distant stars. This, the decent of their last rising sun washes up and over The living and the dead We will be purged by the Ashes, that fall from the clouds. Ancient wisdom drifts along cosmic streams. Tides of time, show me the way. The essence of the throne, overwhelms and quells my soul. The ecstasy within these falling mirrors Reflect not confusion but certainty. Comfort in the path I’ve chosen. Fear no longer the brewing storm, but welcome the calm that comes before. |
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4. | Black Horses | 09:57 | Show lyrics |
Seeds of despair have been sewn into fields Of sorrow. A thoughtful reminder of what remains Dead. Unburied. Laid unto the ground. Black Horses, they’ve come to take me away. And the loneliness I feel washes up and over me. Black Horses they’ve come to take me away. I tremble in fear, before the marching of hooves. In a tide of black they stormed across the fields To plow the seeds of hate, that have grown so deep In my soul. Harvest this land, reap what you have sewn weather it hatred or sorrow. Harvest this land, reap what you have sewn weather it hatred or sorrow. Joy or life. |
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5. | Epitaphs Part 1 (Amongst the Clouds) | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
And so I built this tower in sand The middle of creation A palace for my throne, and its knowledge of the unknown. As it sat, above the land Amidst the sky I was shown the essence of life is perspective to time. Amongst the Clouds. Above the land. I saw them arrive. The legion of seasons. Sent to destroy my tower, the nexus of life my place of power I lived among the stars. In the cold depths of space. Watched cosmic tyrants fall. Orbits collapse under the hands of time. Every drop of rain tells a forgotten tale. Of man of myth of legends And how they failed. |
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6. | Epitaphs Part 2 (Written in Sand) | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
And just as they did my tower fell. It hurled towards the earth with its massive size and enormous girth. They made me wait and watch, as they tore it apart. Brick by lonely brick Mortar to dust It tormented and broke my heart. For all things in the universe, living and dead Our epitaphs are all Written in Sand. |
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01:02:14 |
Sea of Trees Forest of Gallows
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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December 10th, 2011 | Independent | CD | Limited edition | |
Unknown | Independent | Digital |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Mike Lang | Guitars |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Lang | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sea of Trees (Petrified as Shadows) | 20:32 | Show lyrics |
Every night, I shiver and freeze. Longing for some release, blood shot and mentally diseased. I just can’t seem to find a way, to reconnect with life. Can’t seem to remember a time, when things were ever clearer. With every step, out of every pore comes a grain of sand from a life before. This is the coma of life the degeneration of the self. To live above the Earth, floating as a specter, through the woods. Petrified as shadows, I sail the Sea of Trees. Standing idly by, watching, deep mountains fall into shallow shores. Shaking this barren land to, it’s very core. Death is liberation for what lies ahead. To live above the Earth, floating as a specter, through the woods. Petrified as shadows, I sail the Sea of Trees. Standing idly by, watching, deep mountains fall into shallow shores. Shaking this barren land to, it’s very core. Yet in this silence something may arise. In this the season of the wind my soul sets sail as my body stands still. To see a morning that is never to rise, an ancient sun never to set ablaze the western sky. Yet in this silence something may arise. I’ve tried time and time again but I’m afraid that I’ve nothing left to give. If all old gods are dead then who is there left to defend? No will exists to contend with this realm soon to be forgotten, for I have grown weary worshiping the altars of man. For in this silence something may arise. Grieve not for me. I am light transcending. I am transcending. Strung along by its last windswept breath. The Sea of Trees soon forgets worlds below, new consciousness. Salvation through suicide no longer the walking dead. |
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2. | Forest of Gallows (Cast Down the Sun) | 15:46 | Show lyrics |
Encased in ancient rock. Gnarled and twisted stand primordial spears, slanted to the sky. To Cast Down The Sun the Forest of Gallows calls from a depth unfathomable. Drowning and dragging to wash me away. As the noose embraces my neck, I won’t be afraid the last time I look at this wondrously grotesque place. My hands start to shake, plummeting to the ground. I become awe struck by the lack of sound. Surely I can’t hear, myself drifting as autumn leaves along this blackened landscape. Yet through the fury of the wind I shall walk again. To embrace new hope is to live. For I have left the past the future. Grisly memoirs sing only of darkness. A thousand faces piercing my soul. Dragging me down, only to hang. Saturating me in fire. Through my fingertips. Nebulae dilate within my eyes. In the distance a tower of slate. This forest becomes my hourglass devoid of leaves, devoid of sand. As I fade away, beneath these limbs. I won’t be afraid to see, to breathe, to Cast Down The Sun. A revelation. |
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36:18 |
Grit Part I: Vigilance
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 12th, 2013 | Independent | CD | ||
June 12th, 2013 | Independent | Digital | ||
2014 | Razed Soul Productions | RZD 072 | CD | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Patrick Vollmer | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Lang | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Beacon of the West | 14:46 | Show lyrics |
The Man: Here I face the endless conundrum, to be the sum of actions or ideals. And here I stand against my morals with principle. The Mind: All tyrants have good intentions it is easy to bury them in years of disappointment. The Man: My mistakes for which others have paid. Through submissive sub consciousness I pave the way to power and control. Through the mouth of Mist I was told. What I’ve been offered is redemption, to make all understand what it means to be righteous. There will be no mercy for the damned. For I refuse to rot in the stench of mans demise. Here the Beacon of the West will prosper and strive. The Mist: There is poison in the wound for the world burns with sickness. He tries to make it right through strife and conviction. The Man: I often dream of days of thunder. I often wonder when my days were younger, and how I’m alone. I’m alone. |
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2. | Vigilance | 10:41 | Show lyrics |
The Man: And the voices creep in, like water through a dam. The visions that come are sickening. Seeping and pouring their way in turning my fabled intentions into dark realities. Yet in the silence I hear them talking. Scheming to destroy the Beacon, scheming to destroy justice. Taking control would have its price for the mouth of mist said. And this is what remains! The shell of a man with nothing but mistakes. I am left with sleepless nights to guide me. Vigilance unto damnation! Salvation is merely perception. And they tell me I am enough to pave the long road to redemption. The Mist: To their necks they are buried, in the heat left to die. On boards they lay hands and feet are tied. Between hammer and hands he placed the nails. Driving them in with the anger of weakness and the delusions of righteousness. They beg promise and plea, their words fall onto a mind clamoring. The Man: Spare me your ignorance. Avoid the lies that spew from your mouth. What will happen when this is all left in ruin? When the hands of fate pummel into the Earth leaving behind only the wicked? When all good men are gone I won’t be left shaking my fists and questioning the sky. Vigilance unto damnation. So coarse is the world. This grit unbearable this grit unbearable. The Mist: Lost in voices that are not his own he chokes on idea so bitter only with the intention of making life better to provide haven and shelter. As their hoisted towards the sky, pillars of shame they gather and watched and not a word was spoken for tyranny walked above the road of the voiceless. The Mind: Yet within the silence I hear them talking scheming to destroy the Beacon. Taking control would have a price for the mouth of Mist said. And I feel the way he touched me I’m changing. The fear of death is climaxing and I cannot surmise this paranoia that escalated me towards the darker side. Is this preservation, contempt or hatred? |
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3. | Blade and Bone | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
The Mind: I hear them talking pretty soon they’ll come to get me. Around every corner lurking in every shadow their eyes are hunting, their eyes are crawling for weakness. The Mist: This paranoia has atrophied any sense of compassion. He can exhume no more. With every life he takes and every scream that’s heard the voices grow louder. The Man: All of my life I’ve drank from the cup of society. Now all that is left is misery. It will be here soon the paranoia that all that you care about will leave you alone and full of doubt. The suffocating clamor turning my intentions into a ruined smear upon this hopeless existence. I’ve flirted with the idea that I’m insane and that somewhere false realities are bleeding into my brain, if this is true I will assuredly perish in pain. The Mist: He took them from their beds in the dead of night. Onto sacrifice they will got for with no darkness no light. Imagine the scene though brief it will be it will live immortally in this mass grave of screams. The Man: With steady hands I do the work which transforms life. Between Blade and Bone I place the flesh it spills the blood of lies. They tell me what I want to hear, that they aren’t coming and there is nothing left to fear. And in their eyes I looked past life and what I saw was the relevance of space and time. Our existence is nothing more than probability. I will not serve entropy. Preserving order, with hate and hostility. So here I stand with blood on my hands! To be who I must I’ve no need for love, no hope to embrace. To continue I must destroy myself and harbor only hate. So here I stand with blood on my hands! I’m in too much pain to judge too much pain to judge. They wait in every shadow, how impossible this sounds. They are all talking at the same time. They all have to die. |
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37:22 |
Grit Part II: Drift
Members | |
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Band members | |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Patrick Vollmer | Guitars, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Damian Herring | Mastering, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dust of Life | 10:55 | Show lyrics |
The Man: Can’t seem to trust my recollection. Thoughts are losing definition. Lost in between, the dust of life refined in this hardpan. Nights I sweat cold, days lost in translation. The worlds I create between reality and dreamscape…anguish. The Mind: This life so bitter, at times so sweet. When things seem safe and sound and the darkest of days are counting down. They return with the ferocity of denial. Skepticism of my own stoic lifestyle seems convoluted and approaching disaster. But my heart continues to pump this black, black blood thick, that sickens me to the soul. My life a disaster gone out of control. The Mist: Out in this place it’s hard to tell if he is being followed or left behind. This arid land drenched in hatred. It’s relentless this hardpan, endless. The Man: Is this hell or merely visions? It must be real for my body burns with friction. The Mist: His breath is blue, the land is red. The eyes become glass. His body sheds. He stands in the desert he is falling through dreams. Walking in sand. Running through dreams. The Man: I can’t complain I’ve brought this on myself with a life full of listless campaigns and mistakes. Headed towards the plains suffer I must but in peace it will be. Far away from the snakes and the heat. So coarse is the world. This grit: unbearable. |
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3. | Drift | 09:12 | Show lyrics |
The Mist: The dead pan drift. Sifting through sand, walking for days, in a heat ridden haze. It seeps of hate in a shimmering glaze that poisons your mind into thinking things like hope and long forgotten memories. Every step is a timeless landscape of bloody battles. Metaphysically turning the mind into a sinister wasteland of pride. The Man: With the last of my coin I purchase my freedom. It dilates and numbs the senses. Leaving the body numb and lifeless. But I sleep my only respite when I reach a clearing I will take my life. But this cowardice keeps me ever close to this heart I hold so bitter. The life of the stoic, a tale of regret. Strangely before this I never believed in fate. A predestination for those whose lives are blank. Never have I followed my dreams with a hopeless embrace. Now all I care about is finding peace. Familiar he was as if met in a dream, his face slowly wilting into the breeze. His teeth blew to sand when he spoke to me. Suddenly becoming detached I start to drift, and feel I am entering a strange distant place. The Mist: Drugs you can buy, but redemption is what you need. The dark side of this coin will find peace for your mind. Brightness leads to the plains of demise. The path you must follow is the one you left behind. Ride back to where the end began. The moon will guide your path revenge will guide your hands. Finish what started with the crucifying of the damned. |
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4. | Descent | 13:32 | Show lyrics |
The Man: Riding west! The vastness of it all sucking me in. Tremors in my hands, am I ready to make my stand? All I’ve ever lived is this decent into the maddening depressive abyss. To reach out and touch hope is highly dismissive. A brief understanding of faith and metaphysics combine into newfound religion. And in a heart appears the rekindling of a flame; the re- emergence of hope the re- emergence of prosperity the re- emergence purpose. It’s been so long since I started inhaling my time. That I never truly left the dust of life…..and now the bigger picture is clear. My whole life I’ve travelled from crossroad to crossroad, trying to earn an honest damnation. Now, to seek what dare not be sought and assume that of the enlightened, to change fear into illumination. The Mind: Never trusting anyone I’ve met. It’s always led to this love of contempt. They’ve all simply been images as I smoke myself to sleep. To ease the burdens brought by dreams, where in them wading through seas and the words within speak of failed destinies and the lost rights to the life I could’ve made. So frequently and frantically do we hear the spewing of the dead as they are honored in long drawn out stories. As if the precipice of existence was to sit and listen instead of realizing its all just happenstance. The Man: White hot vengeance burning through my veins. Galloping across the desert plains. Embracing death and reaching for my guns. Tools of demise your day has come, to harvest the seeds I’ve sewn, that sprouted this life, so hollow. Making amends and becoming the righteous. A sacrifice to be made as an example to find your own way. |
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36:40 |
Upon the Oaken Throne
Members | |
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Mike Lang | Guitars |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Upon the Oaken Throne | 12:20 | Show lyrics |
The armies of hell knock at my door They reign with pestilence, corruption of intelligence Their crusade: against freedom. Freewill They took nothing, they took everything My eyes are empty. They see no hope. My hands are bound, unto the truth My mind bears the weight of this prison Breaking through on hands and knees to reach absolution. This place kills me. All I do is sleep You’ve burned my temples Places of refuge Left to dust. Lost in lines. Left behind. This shrine cleanses me. Refuge from assault Born again with eyes Eyes full of hope My mind breaks free of this prison I’ve reached absolution, I found redemption. The armies of hell decay at my door I reign with freewill Upon the Oaken Throne My crusade: against man. Conformity. I’ve lost nothing, but gained everything. |
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2. | Destruction of Seasons | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
Thus the wind blew a hymn For the weary and forgotten tales of ancient men. Were told to teach all that you cannot best, that which triumphs war. I journeyed to the desert, watched empires fall into the dusk. Asphalt wastelands, exhumed from sight. Eagles again proud kings of the sky. And there I took my life’s blood. To make amends. Spilt upon gravel and dirt. The Destruction of Seasons A new rebirth, new innocence. Extinction is over. The beginning of a brand new end. I traveled to the ocean. To raise existence out from under the sun. Falling farther, into the wealth of water. Slowly fading into dissonance, the cries of the dead fill my head. |
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3. | Ashes | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Ashes fall faintly, and slow through space. Their path leads back to distant stars. This, the decent of their last rising sun washes up and over The living and the dead We will be purged by the Ashes, that fall from the clouds. Ancient wisdom drifts along cosmic streams. Tides of time, show me the way. The essence of the throne, overwhelms and quells my soul. The ecstasy within these falling mirrors Reflect not confusion but certainty. Comfort in the path I’ve chosen. Fear no longer the brewing storm, but welcome the calm that comes before. |
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4. | Black Horses | 09:57 | Show lyrics |
Seeds of despair have been sewn into fields Of sorrow. A thoughtful reminder of what remains Dead. Unburied. Laid unto the ground. Black Horses, they’ve come to take me away. And the loneliness I feel washes up and over me. Black Horses they’ve come to take me away. I tremble in fear, before the marching of hooves. In a tide of black they stormed across the fields To plow the seeds of hate, that have grown so deep In my soul. Harvest this land, reap what you have sewn weather it hatred or sorrow. Harvest this land, reap what you have sewn weather it hatred or sorrow. Joy or life. |
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5. | Epitaphs Part 1 (Amongst the Clouds) | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
And so I built this tower in sand The middle of creation A palace for my throne, and its knowledge of the unknown. As it sat, above the land Amidst the sky I was shown the essence of life is perspective to time. Amongst the Clouds. Above the land. I saw them arrive. The legion of seasons. Sent to destroy my tower, the nexus of life my place of power I lived among the stars. In the cold depths of space. Watched cosmic tyrants fall. Orbits collapse under the hands of time. Every drop of rain tells a forgotten tale. Of man of myth of legends And how they failed. |
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6. | Epitaphs Part 2 (Written in Sand) | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
And just as they did my tower fell. It hurled towards the earth with its massive size and enormous girth. They made me wait and watch, as they tore it apart. Brick by lonely brick Mortar to dust It tormented and broke my heart. For all things in the universe, living and dead Our epitaphs are all Written in Sand. |
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01:02:14 |
Upon the Oaken Throne
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Mike Lang | Guitars |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Upon the Oaken Throne | 12:20 | Show lyrics |
The armies of hell knock at my door They reign with pestilence, corruption of intelligence Their crusade: against freedom. Freewill They took nothing, they took everything My eyes are empty. They see no hope. My hands are bound, unto the truth My mind bears the weight of this prison Breaking through on hands and knees to reach absolution. This place kills me. All I do is sleep You’ve burned my temples Places of refuge Left to dust. Lost in lines. Left behind. This shrine cleanses me. Refuge from assault Born again with eyes Eyes full of hope My mind breaks free of this prison I’ve reached absolution, I found redemption. The armies of hell decay at my door I reign with freewill Upon the Oaken Throne My crusade: against man. Conformity. I’ve lost nothing, but gained everything. |
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2. | Destruction of Seasons | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
Thus the wind blew a hymn For the weary and forgotten tales of ancient men. Were told to teach all that you cannot best, that which triumphs war. I journeyed to the desert, watched empires fall into the dusk. Asphalt wastelands, exhumed from sight. Eagles again proud kings of the sky. And there I took my life’s blood. To make amends. Spilt upon gravel and dirt. The Destruction of Seasons A new rebirth, new innocence. Extinction is over. The beginning of a brand new end. I traveled to the ocean. To raise existence out from under the sun. Falling farther, into the wealth of water. Slowly fading into dissonance, the cries of the dead fill my head. |
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3. | Ashes | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Ashes fall faintly, and slow through space. Their path leads back to distant stars. This, the decent of their last rising sun washes up and over The living and the dead We will be purged by the Ashes, that fall from the clouds. Ancient wisdom drifts along cosmic streams. Tides of time, show me the way. The essence of the throne, overwhelms and quells my soul. The ecstasy within these falling mirrors Reflect not confusion but certainty. Comfort in the path I’ve chosen. Fear no longer the brewing storm, but welcome the calm that comes before. |
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4. | Black Horses | 09:57 | Show lyrics |
Seeds of despair have been sewn into fields Of sorrow. A thoughtful reminder of what remains Dead. Unburied. Laid unto the ground. Black Horses, they’ve come to take me away. And the loneliness I feel washes up and over me. Black Horses they’ve come to take me away. I tremble in fear, before the marching of hooves. In a tide of black they stormed across the fields To plow the seeds of hate, that have grown so deep In my soul. Harvest this land, reap what you have sewn weather it hatred or sorrow. Harvest this land, reap what you have sewn weather it hatred or sorrow. Joy or life. |
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5. | Epitaphs Part 1 (Amongst the Clouds) | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
And so I built this tower in sand The middle of creation A palace for my throne, and its knowledge of the unknown. As it sat, above the land Amidst the sky I was shown the essence of life is perspective to time. Amongst the Clouds. Above the land. I saw them arrive. The legion of seasons. Sent to destroy my tower, the nexus of life my place of power I lived among the stars. In the cold depths of space. Watched cosmic tyrants fall. Orbits collapse under the hands of time. Every drop of rain tells a forgotten tale. Of man of myth of legends And how they failed. |
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6. | Epitaphs Part 2 (Written in Sand) | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
And just as they did my tower fell. It hurled towards the earth with its massive size and enormous girth. They made me wait and watch, as they tore it apart. Brick by lonely brick Mortar to dust It tormented and broke my heart. For all things in the universe, living and dead Our epitaphs are all Written in Sand. |
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01:02:14 |
Sea of Trees Forest of Gallows
Members | |
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Band members | |
Mike Lang | Guitars |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Lang | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sea of Trees (Petrified as Shadows) | 20:32 | Show lyrics |
Every night, I shiver and freeze. Longing for some release, blood shot and mentally diseased. I just can’t seem to find a way, to reconnect with life. Can’t seem to remember a time, when things were ever clearer. With every step, out of every pore comes a grain of sand from a life before. This is the coma of life the degeneration of the self. To live above the Earth, floating as a specter, through the woods. Petrified as shadows, I sail the Sea of Trees. Standing idly by, watching, deep mountains fall into shallow shores. Shaking this barren land to, it’s very core. Death is liberation for what lies ahead. To live above the Earth, floating as a specter, through the woods. Petrified as shadows, I sail the Sea of Trees. Standing idly by, watching, deep mountains fall into shallow shores. Shaking this barren land to, it’s very core. Yet in this silence something may arise. In this the season of the wind my soul sets sail as my body stands still. To see a morning that is never to rise, an ancient sun never to set ablaze the western sky. Yet in this silence something may arise. I’ve tried time and time again but I’m afraid that I’ve nothing left to give. If all old gods are dead then who is there left to defend? No will exists to contend with this realm soon to be forgotten, for I have grown weary worshiping the altars of man. For in this silence something may arise. Grieve not for me. I am light transcending. I am transcending. Strung along by its last windswept breath. The Sea of Trees soon forgets worlds below, new consciousness. Salvation through suicide no longer the walking dead. |
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2. | Forest of Gallows (Cast Down the Sun) | 15:46 | Show lyrics |
Encased in ancient rock. Gnarled and twisted stand primordial spears, slanted to the sky. To Cast Down The Sun the Forest of Gallows calls from a depth unfathomable. Drowning and dragging to wash me away. As the noose embraces my neck, I won’t be afraid the last time I look at this wondrously grotesque place. My hands start to shake, plummeting to the ground. I become awe struck by the lack of sound. Surely I can’t hear, myself drifting as autumn leaves along this blackened landscape. Yet through the fury of the wind I shall walk again. To embrace new hope is to live. For I have left the past the future. Grisly memoirs sing only of darkness. A thousand faces piercing my soul. Dragging me down, only to hang. Saturating me in fire. Through my fingertips. Nebulae dilate within my eyes. In the distance a tower of slate. This forest becomes my hourglass devoid of leaves, devoid of sand. As I fade away, beneath these limbs. I won’t be afraid to see, to breathe, to Cast Down The Sun. A revelation. |
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36:18 |
Sea of Trees Forest of Gallows
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Mike Lang | Guitars |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Lang | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sea of Trees (Petrified as Shadows) | 20:32 | Show lyrics |
Every night, I shiver and freeze. Longing for some release, blood shot and mentally diseased. I just can’t seem to find a way, to reconnect with life. Can’t seem to remember a time, when things were ever clearer. With every step, out of every pore comes a grain of sand from a life before. This is the coma of life the degeneration of the self. To live above the Earth, floating as a specter, through the woods. Petrified as shadows, I sail the Sea of Trees. Standing idly by, watching, deep mountains fall into shallow shores. Shaking this barren land to, it’s very core. Death is liberation for what lies ahead. To live above the Earth, floating as a specter, through the woods. Petrified as shadows, I sail the Sea of Trees. Standing idly by, watching, deep mountains fall into shallow shores. Shaking this barren land to, it’s very core. Yet in this silence something may arise. In this the season of the wind my soul sets sail as my body stands still. To see a morning that is never to rise, an ancient sun never to set ablaze the western sky. Yet in this silence something may arise. I’ve tried time and time again but I’m afraid that I’ve nothing left to give. If all old gods are dead then who is there left to defend? No will exists to contend with this realm soon to be forgotten, for I have grown weary worshiping the altars of man. For in this silence something may arise. Grieve not for me. I am light transcending. I am transcending. Strung along by its last windswept breath. The Sea of Trees soon forgets worlds below, new consciousness. Salvation through suicide no longer the walking dead. |
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2. | Forest of Gallows (Cast Down the Sun) | 15:46 | Show lyrics |
Encased in ancient rock. Gnarled and twisted stand primordial spears, slanted to the sky. To Cast Down The Sun the Forest of Gallows calls from a depth unfathomable. Drowning and dragging to wash me away. As the noose embraces my neck, I won’t be afraid the last time I look at this wondrously grotesque place. My hands start to shake, plummeting to the ground. I become awe struck by the lack of sound. Surely I can’t hear, myself drifting as autumn leaves along this blackened landscape. Yet through the fury of the wind I shall walk again. To embrace new hope is to live. For I have left the past the future. Grisly memoirs sing only of darkness. A thousand faces piercing my soul. Dragging me down, only to hang. Saturating me in fire. Through my fingertips. Nebulae dilate within my eyes. In the distance a tower of slate. This forest becomes my hourglass devoid of leaves, devoid of sand. As I fade away, beneath these limbs. I won’t be afraid to see, to breathe, to Cast Down The Sun. A revelation. |
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36:18 |
Grit Part I: Vigilance
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Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Patrick Vollmer | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Lang | Mixing |
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1. | Beacon of the West | 14:46 | Show lyrics |
The Man: Here I face the endless conundrum, to be the sum of actions or ideals. And here I stand against my morals with principle. The Mind: All tyrants have good intentions it is easy to bury them in years of disappointment. The Man: My mistakes for which others have paid. Through submissive sub consciousness I pave the way to power and control. Through the mouth of Mist I was told. What I’ve been offered is redemption, to make all understand what it means to be righteous. There will be no mercy for the damned. For I refuse to rot in the stench of mans demise. Here the Beacon of the West will prosper and strive. The Mist: There is poison in the wound for the world burns with sickness. He tries to make it right through strife and conviction. The Man: I often dream of days of thunder. I often wonder when my days were younger, and how I’m alone. I’m alone. |
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2. | Vigilance | 10:41 | Show lyrics |
The Man: And the voices creep in, like water through a dam. The visions that come are sickening. Seeping and pouring their way in turning my fabled intentions into dark realities. Yet in the silence I hear them talking. Scheming to destroy the Beacon, scheming to destroy justice. Taking control would have its price for the mouth of mist said. And this is what remains! The shell of a man with nothing but mistakes. I am left with sleepless nights to guide me. Vigilance unto damnation! Salvation is merely perception. And they tell me I am enough to pave the long road to redemption. The Mist: To their necks they are buried, in the heat left to die. On boards they lay hands and feet are tied. Between hammer and hands he placed the nails. Driving them in with the anger of weakness and the delusions of righteousness. They beg promise and plea, their words fall onto a mind clamoring. The Man: Spare me your ignorance. Avoid the lies that spew from your mouth. What will happen when this is all left in ruin? When the hands of fate pummel into the Earth leaving behind only the wicked? When all good men are gone I won’t be left shaking my fists and questioning the sky. Vigilance unto damnation. So coarse is the world. This grit unbearable this grit unbearable. The Mist: Lost in voices that are not his own he chokes on idea so bitter only with the intention of making life better to provide haven and shelter. As their hoisted towards the sky, pillars of shame they gather and watched and not a word was spoken for tyranny walked above the road of the voiceless. The Mind: Yet within the silence I hear them talking scheming to destroy the Beacon. Taking control would have a price for the mouth of Mist said. And I feel the way he touched me I’m changing. The fear of death is climaxing and I cannot surmise this paranoia that escalated me towards the darker side. Is this preservation, contempt or hatred? |
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3. | Blade and Bone | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
The Mind: I hear them talking pretty soon they’ll come to get me. Around every corner lurking in every shadow their eyes are hunting, their eyes are crawling for weakness. The Mist: This paranoia has atrophied any sense of compassion. He can exhume no more. With every life he takes and every scream that’s heard the voices grow louder. The Man: All of my life I’ve drank from the cup of society. Now all that is left is misery. It will be here soon the paranoia that all that you care about will leave you alone and full of doubt. The suffocating clamor turning my intentions into a ruined smear upon this hopeless existence. I’ve flirted with the idea that I’m insane and that somewhere false realities are bleeding into my brain, if this is true I will assuredly perish in pain. The Mist: He took them from their beds in the dead of night. Onto sacrifice they will got for with no darkness no light. Imagine the scene though brief it will be it will live immortally in this mass grave of screams. The Man: With steady hands I do the work which transforms life. Between Blade and Bone I place the flesh it spills the blood of lies. They tell me what I want to hear, that they aren’t coming and there is nothing left to fear. And in their eyes I looked past life and what I saw was the relevance of space and time. Our existence is nothing more than probability. I will not serve entropy. Preserving order, with hate and hostility. So here I stand with blood on my hands! To be who I must I’ve no need for love, no hope to embrace. To continue I must destroy myself and harbor only hate. So here I stand with blood on my hands! I’m in too much pain to judge too much pain to judge. They wait in every shadow, how impossible this sounds. They are all talking at the same time. They all have to die. |
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37:22 |
Grit Part I: Vigilance
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Patrick Vollmer | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Lang | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Beacon of the West | 14:46 | Show lyrics |
The Man: Here I face the endless conundrum, to be the sum of actions or ideals. And here I stand against my morals with principle. The Mind: All tyrants have good intentions it is easy to bury them in years of disappointment. The Man: My mistakes for which others have paid. Through submissive sub consciousness I pave the way to power and control. Through the mouth of Mist I was told. What I’ve been offered is redemption, to make all understand what it means to be righteous. There will be no mercy for the damned. For I refuse to rot in the stench of mans demise. Here the Beacon of the West will prosper and strive. The Mist: There is poison in the wound for the world burns with sickness. He tries to make it right through strife and conviction. The Man: I often dream of days of thunder. I often wonder when my days were younger, and how I’m alone. I’m alone. |
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2. | Vigilance | 10:41 | Show lyrics |
The Man: And the voices creep in, like water through a dam. The visions that come are sickening. Seeping and pouring their way in turning my fabled intentions into dark realities. Yet in the silence I hear them talking. Scheming to destroy the Beacon, scheming to destroy justice. Taking control would have its price for the mouth of mist said. And this is what remains! The shell of a man with nothing but mistakes. I am left with sleepless nights to guide me. Vigilance unto damnation! Salvation is merely perception. And they tell me I am enough to pave the long road to redemption. The Mist: To their necks they are buried, in the heat left to die. On boards they lay hands and feet are tied. Between hammer and hands he placed the nails. Driving them in with the anger of weakness and the delusions of righteousness. They beg promise and plea, their words fall onto a mind clamoring. The Man: Spare me your ignorance. Avoid the lies that spew from your mouth. What will happen when this is all left in ruin? When the hands of fate pummel into the Earth leaving behind only the wicked? When all good men are gone I won’t be left shaking my fists and questioning the sky. Vigilance unto damnation. So coarse is the world. This grit unbearable this grit unbearable. The Mist: Lost in voices that are not his own he chokes on idea so bitter only with the intention of making life better to provide haven and shelter. As their hoisted towards the sky, pillars of shame they gather and watched and not a word was spoken for tyranny walked above the road of the voiceless. The Mind: Yet within the silence I hear them talking scheming to destroy the Beacon. Taking control would have a price for the mouth of Mist said. And I feel the way he touched me I’m changing. The fear of death is climaxing and I cannot surmise this paranoia that escalated me towards the darker side. Is this preservation, contempt or hatred? |
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3. | Blade and Bone | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
The Mind: I hear them talking pretty soon they’ll come to get me. Around every corner lurking in every shadow their eyes are hunting, their eyes are crawling for weakness. The Mist: This paranoia has atrophied any sense of compassion. He can exhume no more. With every life he takes and every scream that’s heard the voices grow louder. The Man: All of my life I’ve drank from the cup of society. Now all that is left is misery. It will be here soon the paranoia that all that you care about will leave you alone and full of doubt. The suffocating clamor turning my intentions into a ruined smear upon this hopeless existence. I’ve flirted with the idea that I’m insane and that somewhere false realities are bleeding into my brain, if this is true I will assuredly perish in pain. The Mist: He took them from their beds in the dead of night. Onto sacrifice they will got for with no darkness no light. Imagine the scene though brief it will be it will live immortally in this mass grave of screams. The Man: With steady hands I do the work which transforms life. Between Blade and Bone I place the flesh it spills the blood of lies. They tell me what I want to hear, that they aren’t coming and there is nothing left to fear. And in their eyes I looked past life and what I saw was the relevance of space and time. Our existence is nothing more than probability. I will not serve entropy. Preserving order, with hate and hostility. So here I stand with blood on my hands! To be who I must I’ve no need for love, no hope to embrace. To continue I must destroy myself and harbor only hate. So here I stand with blood on my hands! I’m in too much pain to judge too much pain to judge. They wait in every shadow, how impossible this sounds. They are all talking at the same time. They all have to die. |
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37:22 |
Grit Part I: Vigilance
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Bryce Marley | Drums, Vocals |
Dean Reed | Guitars |
Kevin Foran | Bass |
Adam Fisk | Guitars |
Patrick Vollmer | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Lang | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Beacon of the West | 14:46 | Show lyrics |
The Man: Here I face the endless conundrum, to be the sum of actions or ideals. And here I stand against my morals with principle. The Mind: All tyrants have good intentions it is easy to bury them in years of disappointment. The Man: My mistakes for which others have paid. Through submissive sub consciousness I pave the way to power and control. Through the mouth of Mist I was told. What I’ve been offered is redemption, to make all understand what it means to be righteous. There will be no mercy for the damned. For I refuse to rot in the stench of mans demise. Here the Beacon of the West will prosper and strive. The Mist: There is poison in the wound for the world burns with sickness. He tries to make it right through strife and conviction. The Man: I often dream of days of thunder. I often wonder when my days were younger, and how I’m alone. I’m alone. |
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2. | Vigilance | 10:41 | Show lyrics |
The Man: And the voices creep in, like water through a dam. The visions that come are sickening. Seeping and pouring their way in turning my fabled intentions into dark realities. Yet in the silence I hear them talking. Scheming to destroy the Beacon, scheming to destroy justice. Taking control would have its price for the mouth of mist said. And this is what remains! The shell of a man with nothing but mistakes. I am left with sleepless nights to guide me. Vigilance unto damnation! Salvation is merely perception. And they tell me I am enough to pave the long road to redemption. The Mist: To their necks they are buried, in the heat left to die. On boards they lay hands and feet are tied. Between hammer and hands he placed the nails. Driving them in with the anger of weakness and the delusions of righteousness. They beg promise and plea, their words fall onto a mind clamoring. The Man: Spare me your ignorance. Avoid the lies that spew from your mouth. What will happen when this is all left in ruin? When the hands of fate pummel into the Earth leaving behind only the wicked? When all good men are gone I won’t be left shaking my fists and questioning the sky. Vigilance unto damnation. So coarse is the world. This grit unbearable this grit unbearable. The Mist: Lost in voices that are not his own he chokes on idea so bitter only with the intention of making life better to provide haven and shelter. As their hoisted towards the sky, pillars of shame they gather and watched and not a word was spoken for tyranny walked above the road of the voiceless. The Mind: Yet within the silence I hear them talking scheming to destroy the Beacon. Taking control would have a price for the mouth of Mist said. And I feel the way he touched me I’m changing. The fear of death is climaxing and I cannot surmise this paranoia that escalated me towards the darker side. Is this preservation, contempt or hatred? |
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3. | Blade and Bone | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
The Mind: I hear them talking pretty soon they’ll come to get me. Around every corner lurking in every shadow their eyes are hunting, their eyes are crawling for weakness. The Mist: This paranoia has atrophied any sense of compassion. He can exhume no more. With every life he takes and every scream that’s heard the voices grow louder. The Man: All of my life I’ve drank from the cup of society. Now all that is left is misery. It will be here soon the paranoia that all that you care about will leave you alone and full of doubt. The suffocating clamor turning my intentions into a ruined smear upon this hopeless existence. I’ve flirted with the idea that I’m insane and that somewhere false realities are bleeding into my brain, if this is true I will assuredly perish in pain. The Mist: He took them from their beds in the dead of night. Onto sacrifice they will got for with no darkness no light. Imagine the scene though brief it will be it will live immortally in this mass grave of screams. The Man: With steady hands I do the work which transforms life. Between Blade and Bone I place the flesh it spills the blood of lies. They tell me what I want to hear, that they aren’t coming and there is nothing left to fear. And in their eyes I looked past life and what I saw was the relevance of space and time. Our existence is nothing more than probability. I will not serve entropy. Preserving order, with hate and hostility. So here I stand with blood on my hands! To be who I must I’ve no need for love, no hope to embrace. To continue I must destroy myself and harbor only hate. So here I stand with blood on my hands! I’m in too much pain to judge too much pain to judge. They wait in every shadow, how impossible this sounds. They are all talking at the same time. They all have to die. |
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