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Inter Arma
Members | |
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Current | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Member(bands): Lord by Fire, War Graves, The Might Could, Windhand (live) | |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Member(bands): Bastard Sapling | |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Member(bands): Bastard Sapling | |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Member(bands): Bastard Sapling, Dick Butkis, Hatred Profound, False Hope | |
Andrew Lacour | Bass (2018-present) |
Member(bands): Cain Corso, KEN mode, Khann | |
Past | |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Joe Mueller | Guitars |
Drew "Ghost Wolf" Goldy | Bass (2011-2012) |
Member(bands): Organ Donor, Bastard Sapling, Byam Klavor, Lunyptra, Tempest | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass (2012-2018) |
Member(bands): Street Pizza | |
Current (Live) | |
Jon Liedtke | Keyboards, Theremin (2013-present) |
Member(bands): Lost Tribes of the Moon, Face of Ruin, Cannabinol Synapse, Midnight Liedtke and The Witching Hours, Vedic Eden, Ara, Shroud of Despondency, Sexual Atrocities (live), Screaming Afterbirth, Gozortenplat, Toby Wong | |
Past (Live) | |
Mikey Allred | Keyboards, Organ, Theremin, Trombone (2017) |
Member(bands): Across Tundras, Holy Mountain Top Removers, City of Traitors, Fissure, Hellbender, Ribbonpigeon, The Disoriented Superheros (DSH), The Sense |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Live Demo | Demo | 2007 | Show album |
2 | ’08 Demo | Demo | 2008 | Show album |
3 | Inter Arma / Battlemaster | Split | 2010 | Show album |
4 | Sundown | Full-length | 2010 | Show album |
5 | Destroyer | EP | 2012 | Show album |
6 | ’sblood | Single | 2013 | Show album |
7 | Sky Burial | Full-length | 2013 | Show album |
8 | The Cavern | EP | 2014 | Show album |
9 | Paradise Gallows | Full-length | 2016 | Show album |
10 | Stillness | Single | 2019 | Show album |
11 | Sulphur English | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
12 | Live at Club Congress | Live album | 2020 | Show album |
13 | Hallucinatorium [2020 Version] | Single | 2020 | Show album |
14 | Garbers Days Revisited | Full-length | 2020 | Show album |
Live Demo
Members | |
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Band members | |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Joe Mueller | Guitars |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. | Recording Engineer |
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1. | I | 06:04 | |
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2. | II | 03:47 | |
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3. | III | 15:34 | |
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4. | IV | 04:06 | |
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29:31 |
’08 Demo
Members | |
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Joe Mueller | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim "Hope" Kirk (R.I.P. 2014) | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Total Negativity | 06:43 | |
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2. | The Reclamation | 09:16 | |
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15:59 |
Inter Arma / Battlemaster
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Band members | |
Battlemaster | |
Peter Sims | Bass |
Alex Tomlin | Drums |
Alex Psitos | Guitars |
Andy Horn | Vocals |
Vic Anti | Guitars |
Inter Arma | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Joe Mueller | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Todd Corvin | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tim Kirk (R.I.P. 2014) | Recording, Mixing |
Dave Eck | Mastering |
BARF! | Artwork |
Spense Granese | Layout |
Tony Lynch | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Battlemaster - Death Is a Warm Cube | 03:19 | |
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2. | Battlemaster - Total Aboleth Funeral | 02:48 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Inter Arma - The Calm Before the Shitstorm | 04:05 | Show lyrics |
Horizons Blur Them all with dust and smoke From the wreckage Of failed conquest Fill in every valley With the rubble of longstanding regret From this crest I can see The great facade in front of me The greatest liar I’ve ever known Shares my blood Tissue and bone In this position Every movement you make Is carefully guarded To ensure that we stay deceived Rising Above The peaks where clouds begin to weep The only place I can find solace here A stranger in a strange land Through no fault of my own I look to the west and search for my home But there is nothing but endless sky The greatest liar I’ve ever known Shares my blood Tissue and bone In this position Every movement you make Is carefully guarded To ensure that we stay deceived Someday When Your lies have worn through Every person Who is important to you Solitude Is all that you’ll have left It’s what you deserve forever Remember the calm before the shitstorm The greatest liar I’ve ever known Shares my blood Tissue and bone In this position Every movement you make Is carefully guarded To ensure that we stay deceived |
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10:12 |
Sundown
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 14th, 2010 | Forcefield Records | FFR 017 | CD | Digipak |
April 14th, 2010 | Forcefield Records | FFR 017 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Joe Mueller | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Dan Mills | Vocals (on track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Thompson | Engineering, Mixing |
Nick Zampiello | Mastering |
Eliza Childress | Artwork |
Spense Granese | Layout, Insert collage |
Tony Lynch | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Prolegomenon | 00:39 | instrumental |
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2. | All Time Low | 07:11 | Show lyrics |
On the deserted shore of a distant sea a man shouts to the sky. His speech arcane, his eyes grave and feral. What has brought him here on such a pale morning? These shores are no place for aimless wandering as the piles of bleached bones can attest. Why does he clamor relentlessly to an empty sky? Straining to be heard over the crashing of waves. In the shadows of crumbling structures just past the shore where his rants are entirely ignored, is there any life? Any still breath? Any blank eyes fixed upon his every move? As a vile wind starts to whip its way along the stale lifeless coast; the man falls to his trembling knees. His mouth silenced - paralyzed by agony. Will he survive the horrid night? As night begins to blanket the remains of this empty day The man writhes in the damp sand, succumbing to an unrelenting misery. Night has returned to transform the sky into a still obsidian ocean. Sight has been vanquished to the grasp of absolute nightfall. The man knows that these are his final hours. The man knows that this is his all time low. All time low. |
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3. | 2000 Years | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
Lies, lies, lies, lies. Cast down from the disgusting tongues of men obsessed with the fiction printed on the pages of an archaic book; one prescribed to many as the answer, the cure. Wake from the fog of 2000 years Rise above the tide of submission Wake from the fog of puritan ideals Rise above the gutless herd mentality that plagues, that corrupts, that perverts, that demoralizes all. The driving force behind all evangelism is the lurid pursuit of a monetary gain. Instilling a fear of god secures wealth for the men of god. Wake from the fog of 2000 years Rise above the tide of submission Wake from the fog of puritan ideals Rise above the gutless herd mentality that plagues, that corrupts, that perverts, that demoralizes all. I will always be the wolf. The free-thinker. The tormentor of the herd. I WILL NEVER PRAY FOR ANYTHING. NOT FOR LIFE, NOT FOR DEATH. NOT FOR GOD, NOT FOR COUNTRY. NOT FOR PEACE, NOT FOR WAR. I WILL NEVER PRAY. |
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4. | Hallucinatorium | 03:40 | Show lyrics |
A ferocious wind is cleansing all minds tonight. Its teeth a rain of unending spears piercing every thought of malice of ill will of spite. Let the eyes fall blind To the dust of time As it rages from zenith to nadir. Let the mouth fall silent and fill to the lips with the grinding sand of a destroyed culture’s past. In the hallucinatorium A ferocious wind Is cleansing all minds tonight. |
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5. | Epicenter | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
I have been crawling for countless days now. Where has the world gone? Days are becoming grim years And grim years are becoming aeons of rot. As I rest my face in my filthy hands lassitude cripples my tired frame. This long road is coming to an end. I am returning to the oldest place I know A swamp at the far end of the earth, choked with the vilest of all things. The perfect place to die. The stench of humility will be all that welcomes me back into the mire of this fetid hellhole. I am tired of total failure. I am afraid of a dismal future This swamp will reduce my life to carrion. This is the epicenter of my death. |
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6. | The Reclamation | 09:50 | Show lyrics |
The lungs of this great Earth have filled with humanity’s ashes. A rebellious flame has scorched the body clean. A ravaged land, free from the teeth of the human machine machine has given up all secrets. The reclamation can now begin. Rise...from the Earth. Once again claim what is yours. This new dawn is now the first dawn. This new day is now the first day. The scent of human history has all but been erased, forever. A smoldering memory that only the Earth will remember. The storm clears. The light returns. Illuminating A charred wasteland. Silence. A world free from The clutches Of scathing human furor. The wretched curse Has been lifted Allowing a return to times long passed. The final Resting place Of civilization Lies under Unfathomable Depths of ash. |
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7. | Prognosticate | 01:34 | instrumental |
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8. | Sundown | 12:19 | Show lyrics |
Mountains shield me For I possess the arsonist’s flame. The thrill of watching this valley burn Would be the greatest escape. Mountains shield me For I am one cruelly inclined To set sky and earth ablaze With no remorse and no regrets. The flames will rise to great heights. The flames will rise to dethrone the light. I will be safe at sundown. I will be safe at sundown. |
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48:06 |
Destroyer
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 9th, 2012 | Toxic Assets | 12" vinyl | Limited edition | |
April 16th, 2013 | Gilead Media | RELIC 44 | CD | Digipak |
Members | |
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Drew Goldy | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (backing) |
Asechiah Bogdan | Vocals (choirs) |
Ryan Wolfe | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Garrett Morris | Engineering, Mixing |
Bill McElroy | Mastering |
Sam Vanagas | Artwork |
Jeff Guinn | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Wailing Moon | 09:30 | Show lyrics |
The path that I roam Ends in a maze of stars Where I’ll offer myself To the vastness of space and time It’s where I’ll search for the wailing moon Who guards the key to my soul Who’s voice echoes through all eternity Oh my solemn beacon Where do you hide? I seek your steadfast guide I seek your truth If I surrender to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon As she draws me towards Her ghostly orb The world I once knew Becomes an arcane vision Oh my solemn beacon Where have you been? Your light is my paramount desire Your light is truth I will raise my hands To the cosmic night I will deliver myself To her radiant aura If I surrender to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon I can once again breathe I can once again feel The spectres of the vast cosmos Have delivered me to her splendor I have surrendered to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon |
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2. | Darker Movements | 02:17 | instrumental |
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3. | The Long Road Home | 07:40 | Show lyrics |
Life Is a fleeting shadow That dances across forgotten fields Only to be lost at twilight. Wicked Is the great night that follows. It is the sire of abhorrence. Its cruelty knows no boundary, no end. Wisdom Let it guide your weary form Through the gloom of night so you may Sing your death song And die like a hero going home. |
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4. | Destroyer | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Stand among stars Await the new sun A triumphant sight Trinity forms Oh, what a stunning gleam Robed in the cosmos Await the new age Proliferate disorder Trinity blooms Is this a savior Culled from chaos? Or a pariah Born from disgust? Oh, what a hideous din Time is reborn From perilous skies Time is controlled Through imperiled eyes Comfort us o’Destroyer Light up the sky Comfort me o’Destroyer Light up my eyes Comfort us o’Destroyer Light up the world Comfort me o’Destroyer Light up my soul |
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25:51 |
’sblood
Members | |
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Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
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1. | ’sblood | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I have been to the end of the earth I have been to the end of the waters I have been to the end of the sky I have been to the end of the mountains The Earth’s infinite wisdom has taught that our fate will not be sealed in God’s blood |
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06:21 |
Sky Burial
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 15th, 2013 | Relapse Records | RR7206 | CD | |
March 15th, 2013 | Relapse Records | RR7206 | 2 vinyls | Limited edition |
March 15th, 2013 | Relapse Records | RR7206 | 2 vinyls | Bone white vinyl |
March 3rd, 2015 | Tartarus Records | TAR045 | Cassette | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass, Vocals |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Keyboards, Lap steel, Noise |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Stand-up bass (track 1), Theremin (track 7), Organ, Noise |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Design, Photography |
James Rexroad | Photography |
Drew Pierce | Special effects |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Survival Fires | 10:13 | Show lyrics |
Dust settles on a ravaged land Cloaking the ruins beget by man In this obscurity we rise to carve our way Instinct is our only guide on these boundless paths For we do not fear death, as it is all around We must keep one step ahead of its voracious grasp In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands Our minds consumed with a narrow vision To descry the shrouded ways that will lead us to our asylum Where the fires of hope still burn In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands We seek survival We seek survival All paths lead to the survival fires With might in our hearts and lightning in our hands We’ll bow to none, we’ll discern our way All paths lead to the survival fires All paths lead to the survival fires Survival Survival |
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2. | The Long Road Home (Iron Gate) | 03:41 | instrumental |
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3. | The Long Road Home | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
Life Is a fleeting shadow That dances across forgotten fields Only to be lost at twilight Wicked Is the great night that follows It is the sire of abhorrence Its cruelty knows no boundary, no end Wisdom Let it guide your weary form Through the gloom of night so you may Sing your death song, And die like a hero going home |
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4. | Destroyer | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Stand among stars Await the new sun A triumphant sight Trinity forms Oh, what a stunning gleam Robed in the cosmos Await the new age Proliferate disorder Trinity blooms Is this a savior Culled from chaos? Or a pariah Born from disgust? Oh, what a hideous din Time is reborn From perilous skies Time is controlled Through imperiled eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the sky Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the world Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my soul |
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5. | ’sblood | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
I have been to the end of the earth I have been to the end of the waters I have been to the end of the sky I have been to the end of the mountains The Earth’s infinite wisdom has taught that our fate will not be sealed in God’s blood |
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6. | Westward | 09:48 | Show lyrics |
"If there is a Hell, this is what it looks like" she said staring out blankly towards the lonely expanse "And on overcast nights that strangle down the stars, fires rage among the clouds. Distant beacons burning in a secret ritual" Like a séance over Western sky "Look at yourself" she said. "Your only companion is the dust that clings to every inch of your being. It canvases your face, your hands, your scars. You fear this. Your scars remind you that past is real. You must overcome this, you must continue westward. But tonight, I beg you, stay with me and we will count the fires raging among the clouds. We’ll unlock the secrets of this ritual." Like a séance over Western sky |
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7. | Love Absolute | 04:02 | instrumental |
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8. | Sky Burial | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the skylines of cities Fading into ruination Far pat the threadbare flags of nations Spiraling into entropy At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the crumbling monuments To long forgotten triumph Far past the stench of governments Basking in irrevocable failure At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan I call to you oh foul beasts Please descend upon me For I am ready to cross the great divide Into the hidden void Black out the sky and I will close my eyes, I will close my eyes I fear not this somber fate I call to you oh foul beasts I call to you oh foul beasts Black out the sky, Black out the sky And I will close my eyes As the scavenger’s clan descends from the sky I take one last glimpse A legion of stygian wings coalesce to disavow the sun I close my eyes, I close my eyes |
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01:07:28 |
The Cavern
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 14th, 2014 | Relapse Records | RR7246 | 12" vinyl | |
October 14th, 2014 | Relapse Records | RR7246 | CD | |
October 14th, 2014 | Relapse Records | CD | Bandcamp | |
July 23rd, 2017 | Tartarus Records | TAR080 | Cassette | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Guitars (acoustic), Lap Steel, Keyboards, Piano, Noise, Wizard stick |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Bowed bass, Keyboards, Organ |
Dorthia Cottrell | Vocals (female) |
Meg Mulhearn | Violin |
Jon Liedtke | Keyboards, Theremin |
Shibby Poole | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Travis Kammeyer | Recording |
Garrett Morris | Recording |
Orion Landau | Design |
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1. | The Cavern | Show lyrics | |
The sun stings my faded eyes on this burning morn. No refuge in sight. No breath to cull a cry. Dragging my broken bones in a trail of dust behind me. Under the dispiriting watch of the soulless, blinding eye. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. In the shadow of a gnarled tree at the foot of the peak, I collapse. And with one last remaining thought I yearn for a grave in which to lie. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. Can be this be the end? Is this all I have left? To die at the foot of this towering peak? As night’s hold creeps forward a brilliant light appears from a concealed hollow. I gather my strength and rise from the dust for this strange light lures me forward. It calls my name It draws me near It calls me name It draws me near I cross the threshold into this new realm and with every step the light becomes brighter. As exhaustion’s clutch takes hold, I fall to the bank of a shimmering pool as clear as glass. Millions of brilliant lights dance and flicker from it’s depths and with a sigh I cup my hands and drink. As my body falls numb and the light begins to fade I know that in this cavern I’ll die. bird of prey what is your place down in the fields trespasser divine no hunger atones and still you must weep over the bones and burn like the sun bearing the load there’s no peace not in the sky not in the sea down in the dirt is where it must be down in the earth is where it must be down in the dirt is where it must be down in the dirt bird of prey trespasser divine how do you sleep or measure the time your hunger alone must burn like the sun and still you must weep for everyone for everyone I awake to the howling of wind. My breath like acrid smoke in this thin glacial air. Where have I gone? I try to shake off the confusion and when I rise to my feet I look out... How am I standing at the summit of this lonesome peak? Where have I gone? The night sky splits and from it’s wound bleeds a spiraling aurora. As this spectacle draws closer a figure appears. An ethereal woman whose long hair veils her face. She offers me her hand and tells me to not be afraid. I take it and she pulls me to her breast. "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid" she says as everything turns black. |
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2. | The Cavern | ||
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Paradise Gallows
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 8th, 2016 | Relapse Records | RR73402 | CD | |
July 8th, 2016 | Relapse Records | Digital | ||
July 24th, 2016 | Tartarus Records | TAR081 | Cassette |
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Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars (electric, acoustic), Keyboards, Noise, Vocals |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Organ, Trombone, Violin, Noise |
Joseph Allred | Harmonium |
Jon Liedtke | Theremin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Artwork |
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1. | Nomini | 02:30 | instrumental |
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2. | An Archer in the Emptiness | 07:20 | Show lyrics |
I was born under a summer night’s sky, Wrapped in the gossamer of heaven’s vault. I was raised in the fields of a kingdom untamed, Versed in the lore of the cosmos’ might. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. As a young man I’ve ventured far from youthful realm, Spellbound by the allure of a city never at peace. Here, in this obdurate heart, I’ve learned of suffering And vowed to forsake it all; to roam the stars evermore. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. Lead me to the archer’s hold Where the curses reach no ear. I’d tether my dreams to the crescent of his bow, And hang my anathemas from the point of his arrow. Oh, how I long to breathe the same breath as the archer in the emptiness. |
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3. | Transfiguration | 09:10 | Show lyrics |
As a culture, we tread crooked in the brume of unrest. As a culture, we careen down a narrow path, overgrown with blight. As a culture, we trample over the disharmony of nature’s decline. As a culture, we are rank with the miasma of oppression. We must shed the darkness of the spirit And bare our souls to the solitude of reality. We must burn all weakness in the spirit And spare our souls the misery of downfall. We must transform the core of the spirit And guide our souls to the light of wisdom. Transfigure! At Earth’s behest Transfigure! The Earth commands Man has transfigured the Earth, now we must transfigure ourselves! |
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4. | Primordial Wound | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
Many an age has lapsed since a fanfare last graced these timeworn, furrowed streets. May we mock the notion of virtue! May we mock the notion of mercy! We, the strutting herd, drift proudly beneath the corpses of trumpeters hung from long-dead trees; scorning the beggars who drink from foul ditches along these timeworn, furrowed streets. May we mock the notion of benevolence! May we mock the notion of hope! We, the strutting herd, have embraced our failure. We reap a lurid pleasure in burying once noble ideals like intelligence and compassion. We writhe enraptured in willful ignorance, apathy and rampant arrogance. We are Man, Earth’s primordial wound, and we have made no attempt to convalesce by means of enlightenment. May we burst with sepsis en masse! May the earth be awash in our purulence! |
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5. | The Summer Drones | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
“Here, where the sun blooms with no respite, crooked men and vagabonds seek the holiness of silence.” We’ve spent a spell drifting on paths bygone, Where our voices wane against the breath of Gods. The summer drones… “Here, where the spirit is purged of all earthly trespass, crooked men and vagabonds desire a most desolate peace.” But we’ll tread on, through a season unchanged, Across barren expanse to the high desert plain Where we’ll accept our fate and take our rightful place Among the devils and thieves nailed to the Joshua trees. The summer drones on. |
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6. | Potomac | 06:00 | instrumental |
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7. | The Paradise Gallows | 11:41 | Show lyrics |
When I was young, I inflicted a heartless sin. I mocked my fate and ran wild until chance led me here, Where I grew drunk on the trace of a fermenting sun, And buried my failures beneath the ebb and flow of the tides. Time, have you forgotten my sullied name? Time, have you forgotten the shameful wounds? Time, have you forgotten the boundless grief, I so callously wrought? As the sands of time gnaw at my weathered face, I ponder more and more on the error of my ways. Time, when will you recall my prowess with a blade? Time, when will judgment finally summon me, To the gallows from which I’ll hang? And from these gallows paradise will scowl upon me. And from these gallows I’ll leer out ‘cross the sea, Laughing all the way to my grave. Laughing all the way to my grave Laughing all the way to my grave To my grave |
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8. | Violent Constellations | 11:13 | Show lyrics |
Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods believe they will Dwell amid the heavens forever. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will meet an ardent demise As cruel as any end they’ve overseen. “We violent ones, we last longer.” - R.M. Rilke Our barbarism knows no bounds, Our blades know not of remorse. We will tear them from their strongholds And baptize them with our savagery. We will tear them from their strongholds And judge them with eyes enlightened by death. “We violent ones, we last longer.” “We violent ones, we last longer.” Our barbarism knows no bounds; Our blades know not of remorse. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy; Our ears will fall deaf to their cries. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will cede to our rage; Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay. A fist for the visage Of tyranny A blade for the throats Of tyrants And as their bloodless vessels fall from their violent constellations… “Don’t they look just like rebel angels falling down from the heavens?” – W. Jennings |
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9. | Where the Earth Meets the Sky | 05:33 | Show lyrics |
Skyward we follow To paths unseen. Spirit to guide us, Continue to be. Lighting our way now… Journey back home; Finish this suffering. Never left alone… She has been set free. She will not die; She will now rest Where the earth meets the sky. The light in her eyes Burn through the night. Circles that hang, That fall and rise… Lighting our way now… Journey back home; Finish this suffering. Never left alone… She has been set free. She will not die; She will now rest Where the earth meets the sky |
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01:10:14 |
Stillness
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T.J. Childers | Drums |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Andrew Lacour | Bass |
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1. | Stillness | 09:04 | Show lyrics |
At dusk We’ll coax the old brook to sing A hymn To quell the will of the night. Restless, We’ll sway to its primeval song, Enchanted By the fires burning within. Restless At dawn We’ll sing the old brook to sleep. A hymn To quiet the roar of the day. In stillness, We’ll lay on its primeval banks, Weary From the fires burning within. Stillness |
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09:04 |
Sulphur English
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 12th, 2019 | Relapse Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
April 12th, 2019 | Relapse Records | RR7410 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 5 colors |
April 12th, 2019 | Relapse Records | RR7410 | CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Percussion, Guitars (electric, acoustic, lap steel), Bass, Keyboards, Noise, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Percussion, Vocals |
Mike Paparo | Vocals, Percussion |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Keyboards, Organ, Theremin |
Tyler Coburn | Percussion |
Edmond Villa III | Percussion |
Jason Hodges | Noise |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Bumgardner | 01:59 | instrumental |
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2. | A Waxen Sea | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Placid is the toll of the iron bell As its resonance washes against the hills And settles into the dry beds and knotted groves Of the sun-parched valley at rest below. The morning rises guardedly Over a stirring countryside, Illuminating the far off sea. A waxen shield, horizon’s protector. As I stagger up from the sun-bleached tiles, Where in night’s revelry I laid my head, I lean against a rusting lattice and compose my thoughts, My waking eyes held spellbound by a waxen sea. I raise my hands to the sea beyond, Intoxicated by the winds that whip up from her fair shores. I’ll mind any road, be they tranquil or pestilent, Through knotted, olden grove or stone-strewn ruin, To wander her fair shores, To be adrift in the azure, To covet the sea breeze, To daydream upon her dunes. All in due time Placid is the toll of the iron bell As its resonance washes against the hills. |
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3. | Citadel | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
As the seasons turn and spoil A crooked axis guides my way Down unsung paths that burn out The most hardened of drifters. Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. Can I shake free the detritus of these countless, vagrant years? Can I harness the wild flame that lays dormant deep within? Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. A fire burns deep in the citadel of my heart. I will break free from captivity. I will weather the storm. I will shake free from detritus. I will harness the wild flame. |
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4. | Howling Lands | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Hammer their drums, Stirring their keeps. “And they’ll pray to their Gods To calm that which aches, As they dig their way To the center of Hell.” Hubris-wrought flocks Toil under duress, Fleshed with ego, Tamed with distress. “And they’ll pray to their Gods For a mercy so sweet As they dig their way To the center of Hell.” The flock toils, the beasts oversee. “They’ll howl for their Gods, Convinced they’ll pay heed As their chorus is strangled By the pounding of the drums.” Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Will hammer their drums Into the center of Hell. |
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5. | Stillness | 09:04 | Show lyrics |
At dusk We’ll coax the old brook to sing A hymn To quell the will of the night. Restless, We’ll sway to its primeval song, Enchanted By the fires burning within. Restless At dawn We’ll sing the old brook to sleep. A hymn To quiet the roar of the day. In stillness, We’ll lay on its primeval banks, Weary From the fires burning within. Stillness |
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6. | Observances of the Path | 01:43 | instrumental |
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7. | The Atavist’s Meridian | 12:34 | Show lyrics |
Regale us once more With the tales you used to chronicle, When we were but callow And all was new, Of age old myths Both formidable and sublime, Of gallant feats That gripped our fledgling minds, Of a spirited people And their bucolic wisdoms, From the land in which you grew, From the land in which you pine. An atavist you’ve always been. A pastoral dream Swells in your soul, Evoking the spirit Of soil left behind. A yearning profound Captivates the senses, Flooding your heart With lucid recollections Of burning days Tending to vine and herd, Of blackest nights Gazing at the heavens. Cry out for the hills And their ancestral paths. Weep in remembrance Of those so revered. The mortal hours are waning. Return to her. Drink from her soundless waters If you truly wish to sing. Ascend her sun-gilded peaks If you truly wish to climb. And when her winds come to reap your earthly vessel, Only then will you truly know you have lived. Return to her. An atavist you’ve always been. |
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8. | Blood on the Lupines | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
As the sun bids farewell To this dusty wash, Its last thin rays Kindle tiny stars That dance In no particular time— Specks of stray glass That collect the last hints Of the fleeting light. As darkness grips This wayward land, Scant flickers of transient light Frolic in the distance — A sure sign of some dreary town. So I wander through the night ‘Til I reach its shadowy edge, Where gravestones lay between Shuttered homes and rusting hulks, Where I see her figure, Faceless in the gloom, And she says: “Turn away! These people are held by a cursed star. There’s blood on the lupines and a fever in this town.” |
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9. | Sulphur English | 11:49 | Show lyrics |
Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Beware his garb Of threads woven In gilded opulence. Beware his forked tongue: Its diction foul and impenitent, Delivered on the winds of sulphur’s breath; Its noxious arguments Crudely spun into a mesh of bedlam and fallacy. The charlatan sets his eyes towards the throne, Tongue adrip in revolting ecstasy. And the lackeys gnash their pearly teeth, Pining for his next decree, Erect and euphoric with unquenched delusion, Thirsting for a power absolute. Their intentions reek of an impure faith Born from the promise of a glutton’s lust. Their minds too dull and weak-willed to break, Servants to the charlatan’s every desire. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. |
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01:06:48 |
Live at Club Congress
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Band members | |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dana Fehr | Recording |
Dallas Thomas | Mixing, Mastering |
Emily Coulter | Photography |
Shane Handal | Computer assistance |
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1. | Transfiguration | 10:52 | Show lyrics |
As a culture, we tread crooked in the brume of unrest. As a culture, we careen down a narrow path, overgrown with blight. As a culture, we trample over the disharmony of nature’s decline. As a culture, we are rank with the miasma of oppression. We must shed the darkness of the spirit And bare our souls to the solitude of reality. We must burn all weakness in the spirit And spare our souls the misery of downfall. We must transform the core of the spirit And guide our souls to the light of wisdom. Transfigure! At Earth’s behest Transfigure! The Earth commands Man has transfigured the Earth, now we must transfigure ourselves! |
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2. | Violent Constellations | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods believe they will Dwell amid the heavens forever. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will meet an ardent demise As cruel as any end they’ve overseen. “We violent ones, we last longer.” - R.M. Rilke Our barbarism knows no bounds, Our blades know not of remorse. We will tear them from their strongholds And baptize them with our savagery. We will tear them from their strongholds And judge them with eyes enlightened by death. “We violent ones, we last longer.” “We violent ones, we last longer.” Our barbarism knows no bounds; Our blades know not of remorse. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy; Our ears will fall deaf to their cries. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will cede to our rage; Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay. A fist for the visage Of tyranny A blade for the throats Of tyrants And as their bloodless vessels fall from their violent constellations… “Don’t they look just like rebel angels falling down from the heavens?” – W. Jennings |
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3. | An Archer in the Emptiness | 07:50 | Show lyrics |
I was born under a summer night’s sky, Wrapped in the gossamer of heaven’s vault. I was raised in the fields of a kingdom untamed, Versed in the lore of the cosmos’ might. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. As a young man I’ve ventured far from youthful realm, Spellbound by the allure of a city never at peace. Here, in this obdurate heart, I’ve learned of suffering And vowed to forsake it all; to roam the stars evermore. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. Lead me to the archer’s hold Where the curses reach no ear. I’d tether my dreams to the crescent of his bow, And hang my anathemas from the point of his arrow. Oh, how I long to breathe the same breath as the archer in the emptiness. |
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29:44 |
Hallucinatorium [2020 Version]
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1. | Hallucinatorium [2020 Version] | ||
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Garbers Days Revisited
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 10th, 2020 | Relapse Records | CD | ||
July 10th, 2020 | Relapse Records | Digital | ||
July 10th, 2020 | Relapse Records | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 3 colors |
Members | |
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums, guitars, vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars, vocals |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, vocals |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Andrew Lacour | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Piano, synth |
Jon Liedtke | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, mixing, mastering |
Brian Mercer | Artwork |
Jacob Speis | Layout |
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1. | Scarecrow (Ministry cover) | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Staring in the face of condemnation Laughter fills the sky instead of rain Live my life alone in resignation Arms outstretched for those who cannot say Scarecrow Crucified and left in isolation Pictures of our lost morality Scarecrow Eyeless stares invite this whole damnation Rotting corpse of inhumanity Scarecrow |
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2. | Southern Man (Neil Young cover) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Southern man better keep your head Don’t forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black Tall white mansions and little shacks Southern man when will you pay them back? I heard screaming’ and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown I’ve seen your black man coming’ round Swear by God I’m gonna cut him down! I heard screaming’ and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? |
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3. | Hard Times (Cro-Mags cover) | 01:36 | Show lyrics |
Hard times coming your way You’re gonna have to rise above them someday Organize your life and figure it out Or you’ll go under without a doubt Hard Times Hard Times Seems I’m being forced into a mold Hard Times Hard Times Forcing me and I’m growing cold Hard times coming through But if you’re hard it won’t get to you They’re gonna try to drag you into the ground But never surrender, never go down Hard Times Hard Times Seems I’m being forced into a mold Hard Times Hard Times Forcing me and I’m growing cold Cro-Mag! Skinhead! Breakout! Now... |
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4. | March of the Pigs (Nine Inch Nails cover) | 02:43 | Show lyrics |
Step right up march push Crawl right up on your knees Please greed feed (no time to hesitate) I want a little bit I want a piece of it I think he’s losing it I want to watch it come down Don’t like the look of it don’t like the taste of it don’t like the smell of it I want to watch it come down All the pigs are all lined up I give you all that you want Take the skin and peel it back Now doesn’t that make you feel better? Shove it up inside surprise! Lies Stains like the blood on your teeth Bite chew suck away the tender parts I want to break it up I want to smash it up I want to fuck it up I want to watch it come down Maybe afraid of it let’s discredit it let’s pick away at it I want to watch it come down Now doesn’t that make you feel better? The pigs have won tonight Now they can all sleep soundly And everything is all right |
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5. | The Girl Who Lives on Heaven Hill (Hüsker Dü cover) | 02:53 | Show lyrics |
There’s a girl who lives on Heaven Hill I go up to her cabin still She keeps a lantern lit for me And a bottle up on her mantelpiece She’s the girl who lives on Heaven Hill She’s got a big room and it’s always a mess Worn out shoes and a worn out dress A worn out smile that she’ll wear some more And a worn out welcome mat by her door I’d trade big mountains and rooms full of gold For just one look at the beauty of this woman’s soul Up on Heaven Hill is where I wanna be That girl that bottle that mattress and me |
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6. | In League with Satan (Venom cover) | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
I’m in league with satan I was raised in hell I walk the streets of Salem Amongst the living dead I need no one to tell me What’s wrong or right I drink the blood of children Stalk my prey at night [Chorus . .] Look out beware When the full moon’s high n’bright In every way I’m there In every shadow in the night Coz I’m evil in league with satan Evil in league with satan [2] I’m in league with satan Obey his commands With the goat of Mendes Sitting at his left hand I’m in league with satan I love the dead No one prayed for Sodom As the people fled [3] I’m in league with satan I am the masters own I drink the juice of women As they lie alone I’m in league with satan I bear the devils mark I kill the new born baby Tear the infants flesh |
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7. | Runnin Down a Dream (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers cover) | 03:20 | Show lyrics |
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down I had the radio on, I was drivin’ The trees went by, me and Del were singin’ Little runaway, I was flyin’ Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream Felt so good like anything was possible I hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes The last three days the rain was unstoppable And it was always cold, no sunshine Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream I rolled on, the sky grew dark I put my pedal down to make some time And there’s something good waitin’ down this road And I’m picking up whatever is mine Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream |
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8. | Purple Rain (Prince cover) | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
I never meant to ’cause you any sorrow I never meant to ’cause you any pain I only wanted to one time see you laughing I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain I never wanted to be your weekend lover I only wanted to be some kind of friend Baby I could never steal you from another It’s such a shame our friendship had to end Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing It’s time we all reach out for something new That means you too You say you want a leader But you can’t seem to make up your mind I think you better close it And let me guide you to the purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain If you know what I’m singing about up here C’mon raise your hand Purple rain Purple rain I only want to see you, only want to see you In the purple rain |
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35:09 |
Sundown
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Joe Mueller | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Dan Mills | Vocals (on track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Thompson | Engineering, Mixing |
Nick Zampiello | Mastering |
Eliza Childress | Artwork |
Spense Granese | Layout, Insert collage |
Tony Lynch | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Prolegomenon | 00:39 | instrumental |
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2. | All Time Low | 07:11 | Show lyrics |
On the deserted shore of a distant sea a man shouts to the sky. His speech arcane, his eyes grave and feral. What has brought him here on such a pale morning? These shores are no place for aimless wandering as the piles of bleached bones can attest. Why does he clamor relentlessly to an empty sky? Straining to be heard over the crashing of waves. In the shadows of crumbling structures just past the shore where his rants are entirely ignored, is there any life? Any still breath? Any blank eyes fixed upon his every move? As a vile wind starts to whip its way along the stale lifeless coast; the man falls to his trembling knees. His mouth silenced - paralyzed by agony. Will he survive the horrid night? As night begins to blanket the remains of this empty day The man writhes in the damp sand, succumbing to an unrelenting misery. Night has returned to transform the sky into a still obsidian ocean. Sight has been vanquished to the grasp of absolute nightfall. The man knows that these are his final hours. The man knows that this is his all time low. All time low. |
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3. | 2000 Years | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
Lies, lies, lies, lies. Cast down from the disgusting tongues of men obsessed with the fiction printed on the pages of an archaic book; one prescribed to many as the answer, the cure. Wake from the fog of 2000 years Rise above the tide of submission Wake from the fog of puritan ideals Rise above the gutless herd mentality that plagues, that corrupts, that perverts, that demoralizes all. The driving force behind all evangelism is the lurid pursuit of a monetary gain. Instilling a fear of god secures wealth for the men of god. Wake from the fog of 2000 years Rise above the tide of submission Wake from the fog of puritan ideals Rise above the gutless herd mentality that plagues, that corrupts, that perverts, that demoralizes all. I will always be the wolf. The free-thinker. The tormentor of the herd. I WILL NEVER PRAY FOR ANYTHING. NOT FOR LIFE, NOT FOR DEATH. NOT FOR GOD, NOT FOR COUNTRY. NOT FOR PEACE, NOT FOR WAR. I WILL NEVER PRAY. |
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4. | Hallucinatorium | 03:40 | Show lyrics |
A ferocious wind is cleansing all minds tonight. Its teeth a rain of unending spears piercing every thought of malice of ill will of spite. Let the eyes fall blind To the dust of time As it rages from zenith to nadir. Let the mouth fall silent and fill to the lips with the grinding sand of a destroyed culture’s past. In the hallucinatorium A ferocious wind Is cleansing all minds tonight. |
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5. | Epicenter | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
I have been crawling for countless days now. Where has the world gone? Days are becoming grim years And grim years are becoming aeons of rot. As I rest my face in my filthy hands lassitude cripples my tired frame. This long road is coming to an end. I am returning to the oldest place I know A swamp at the far end of the earth, choked with the vilest of all things. The perfect place to die. The stench of humility will be all that welcomes me back into the mire of this fetid hellhole. I am tired of total failure. I am afraid of a dismal future This swamp will reduce my life to carrion. This is the epicenter of my death. |
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6. | The Reclamation | 09:50 | Show lyrics |
The lungs of this great Earth have filled with humanity’s ashes. A rebellious flame has scorched the body clean. A ravaged land, free from the teeth of the human machine machine has given up all secrets. The reclamation can now begin. Rise...from the Earth. Once again claim what is yours. This new dawn is now the first dawn. This new day is now the first day. The scent of human history has all but been erased, forever. A smoldering memory that only the Earth will remember. The storm clears. The light returns. Illuminating A charred wasteland. Silence. A world free from The clutches Of scathing human furor. The wretched curse Has been lifted Allowing a return to times long passed. The final Resting place Of civilization Lies under Unfathomable Depths of ash. |
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7. | Prognosticate | 01:34 | instrumental |
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8. | Sundown | 12:19 | Show lyrics |
Mountains shield me For I possess the arsonist’s flame. The thrill of watching this valley burn Would be the greatest escape. Mountains shield me For I am one cruelly inclined To set sky and earth ablaze With no remorse and no regrets. The flames will rise to great heights. The flames will rise to dethrone the light. I will be safe at sundown. I will be safe at sundown. |
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48:06 |
Sundown
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Joe Mueller | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Dan Mills | Vocals (on track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Eliza Childress | Artwork |
Spense Granese | Layout, Insert collage |
Tony Lynch | Photography |
John Thompson | Engineering, Mixing |
Nick Zampiello | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Prolegomenon | 00:39 | instrumental |
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2. | All Time Low | 07:11 | Show lyrics |
On the deserted shore of a distant sea a man shouts to the sky. His speech arcane, his eyes grave and feral. What has brought him here on such a pale morning? These shores are no place for aimless wandering as the piles of bleached bones can attest. Why does he clamor relentlessly to an empty sky? Straining to be heard over the crashing of waves. In the shadows of crumbling structures just past the shore where his rants are entirely ignored, is there any life? Any still breath? Any blank eyes fixed upon his every move? As a vile wind starts to whip its way along the stale lifeless coast; the man falls to his trembling knees. His mouth silenced - paralyzed by agony. Will he survive the horrid night? As night begins to blanket the remains of this empty day The man writhes in the damp sand, succumbing to an unrelenting misery. Night has returned to transform the sky into a still obsidian ocean. Sight has been vanquished to the grasp of absolute nightfall. The man knows that these are his final hours. The man knows that this is his all time low. All time low. |
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3. | 2000 Years | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
Lies, lies, lies, lies. Cast down from the disgusting tongues of men obsessed with the fiction printed on the pages of an archaic book; one prescribed to many as the answer, the cure. Wake from the fog of 2000 years Rise above the tide of submission Wake from the fog of puritan ideals Rise above the gutless herd mentality that plagues, that corrupts, that perverts, that demoralizes all. The driving force behind all evangelism is the lurid pursuit of a monetary gain. Instilling a fear of god secures wealth for the men of god. Wake from the fog of 2000 years Rise above the tide of submission Wake from the fog of puritan ideals Rise above the gutless herd mentality that plagues, that corrupts, that perverts, that demoralizes all. I will always be the wolf. The free-thinker. The tormentor of the herd. I WILL NEVER PRAY FOR ANYTHING. NOT FOR LIFE, NOT FOR DEATH. NOT FOR GOD, NOT FOR COUNTRY. NOT FOR PEACE, NOT FOR WAR. I WILL NEVER PRAY. |
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4. | Hallucinatorium | 03:40 | Show lyrics |
A ferocious wind is cleansing all minds tonight. Its teeth a rain of unending spears piercing every thought of malice of ill will of spite. Let the eyes fall blind To the dust of time As it rages from zenith to nadir. Let the mouth fall silent and fill to the lips with the grinding sand of a destroyed culture’s past. In the hallucinatorium A ferocious wind Is cleansing all minds tonight. |
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5. | Epicenter | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
I have been crawling for countless days now. Where has the world gone? Days are becoming grim years And grim years are becoming aeons of rot. As I rest my face in my filthy hands lassitude cripples my tired frame. This long road is coming to an end. I am returning to the oldest place I know A swamp at the far end of the earth, choked with the vilest of all things. The perfect place to die. The stench of humility will be all that welcomes me back into the mire of this fetid hellhole. I am tired of total failure. I am afraid of a dismal future This swamp will reduce my life to carrion. This is the epicenter of my death. |
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6. | The Reclamation | 09:50 | Show lyrics |
The lungs of this great Earth have filled with humanity’s ashes. A rebellious flame has scorched the body clean. A ravaged land, free from the teeth of the human machine machine has given up all secrets. The reclamation can now begin. Rise...from the Earth. Once again claim what is yours. This new dawn is now the first dawn. This new day is now the first day. The scent of human history has all but been erased, forever. A smoldering memory that only the Earth will remember. The storm clears. The light returns. Illuminating A charred wasteland. Silence. A world free from The clutches Of scathing human furor. The wretched curse Has been lifted Allowing a return to times long passed. The final Resting place Of civilization Lies under Unfathomable Depths of ash. |
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7. | Prognosticate | 01:34 | instrumental |
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8. | Sundown | 12:19 | Show lyrics |
Mountains shield me For I possess the arsonist’s flame. The thrill of watching this valley burn Would be the greatest escape. Mountains shield me For I am one cruelly inclined To set sky and earth ablaze With no remorse and no regrets. The flames will rise to great heights. The flames will rise to dethrone the light. I will be safe at sundown. I will be safe at sundown. |
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48:06 |
Destroyer
Members | |
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Drew Goldy | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (backing) |
Asechiah Bogdan | Vocals (choirs) |
Ryan Wolfe | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Garrett Morris | Engineering, Mixing |
Bill McElroy | Mastering |
Sam Vanagas | Artwork |
Jeff Guinn | Layout |
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1. | Wailing Moon | 09:30 | Show lyrics |
The path that I roam Ends in a maze of stars Where I’ll offer myself To the vastness of space and time It’s where I’ll search for the wailing moon Who guards the key to my soul Who’s voice echoes through all eternity Oh my solemn beacon Where do you hide? I seek your steadfast guide I seek your truth If I surrender to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon As she draws me towards Her ghostly orb The world I once knew Becomes an arcane vision Oh my solemn beacon Where have you been? Your light is my paramount desire Your light is truth I will raise my hands To the cosmic night I will deliver myself To her radiant aura If I surrender to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon I can once again breathe I can once again feel The spectres of the vast cosmos Have delivered me to her splendor I have surrendered to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon |
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2. | Darker Movements | 02:17 | instrumental |
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3. | The Long Road Home | 07:40 | Show lyrics |
Life Is a fleeting shadow That dances across forgotten fields Only to be lost at twilight. Wicked Is the great night that follows. It is the sire of abhorrence. Its cruelty knows no boundary, no end. Wisdom Let it guide your weary form Through the gloom of night so you may Sing your death song And die like a hero going home. |
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4. | Destroyer | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Stand among stars Await the new sun A triumphant sight Trinity forms Oh, what a stunning gleam Robed in the cosmos Await the new age Proliferate disorder Trinity blooms Is this a savior Culled from chaos? Or a pariah Born from disgust? Oh, what a hideous din Time is reborn From perilous skies Time is controlled Through imperiled eyes Comfort us o’Destroyer Light up the sky Comfort me o’Destroyer Light up my eyes Comfort us o’Destroyer Light up the world Comfort me o’Destroyer Light up my soul |
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25:51 |
Destroyer
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Tommy Brewer | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Drew Goldy | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (backing) |
Asechiah Bogdan | Vocals (choirs) |
Ryan Wolfe | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Garrett Morris | Engineering, Mixing |
Bill McElroy | Mastering |
Sam Vanagas | Artwork |
Jeff Guinn | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Wailing Moon | 09:30 | Show lyrics |
The path that I roam Ends in a maze of stars Where I’ll offer myself To the vastness of space and time It’s where I’ll search for the wailing moon Who guards the key to my soul Who’s voice echoes through all eternity Oh my solemn beacon Where do you hide? I seek your steadfast guide I seek your truth If I surrender to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon As she draws me towards Her ghostly orb The world I once knew Becomes an arcane vision Oh my solemn beacon Where have you been? Your light is my paramount desire Your light is truth I will raise my hands To the cosmic night I will deliver myself To her radiant aura If I surrender to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon I can once again breathe I can once again feel The spectres of the vast cosmos Have delivered me to her splendor I have surrendered to the universe In your eyes Will you tell me who you mourn? My wailing moon |
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2. | Darker Movements | 02:17 | instrumental |
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3. | The Long Road Home | 07:40 | Show lyrics |
Life Is a fleeting shadow That dances across forgotten fields Only to be lost at twilight. Wicked Is the great night that follows. It is the sire of abhorrence. Its cruelty knows no boundary, no end. Wisdom Let it guide your weary form Through the gloom of night so you may Sing your death song And die like a hero going home. |
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4. | Destroyer | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Stand among stars Await the new sun A triumphant sight Trinity forms Oh, what a stunning gleam Robed in the cosmos Await the new age Proliferate disorder Trinity blooms Is this a savior Culled from chaos? Or a pariah Born from disgust? Oh, what a hideous din Time is reborn From perilous skies Time is controlled Through imperiled eyes Comfort us o’Destroyer Light up the sky Comfort me o’Destroyer Light up my eyes Comfort us o’Destroyer Light up the world Comfort me o’Destroyer Light up my soul |
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25:51 |
Sky Burial
Members | |
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Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass, Vocals |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Keyboards, Lap steel, Noise |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Stand-up bass (track 1), Theremin (track 7), Organ, Noise |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Design, Photography |
James Rexroad | Photography |
Drew Pierce | Special effects |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Survival Fires | 10:13 | Show lyrics |
Dust settles on a ravaged land Cloaking the ruins beget by man In this obscurity we rise to carve our way Instinct is our only guide on these boundless paths For we do not fear death, as it is all around We must keep one step ahead of its voracious grasp In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands Our minds consumed with a narrow vision To descry the shrouded ways that will lead us to our asylum Where the fires of hope still burn In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands We seek survival We seek survival All paths lead to the survival fires With might in our hearts and lightning in our hands We’ll bow to none, we’ll discern our way All paths lead to the survival fires All paths lead to the survival fires Survival Survival |
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2. | The Long Road Home (Iron Gate) | 03:41 | instrumental |
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3. | The Long Road Home | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
Life Is a fleeting shadow That dances across forgotten fields Only to be lost at twilight Wicked Is the great night that follows It is the sire of abhorrence Its cruelty knows no boundary, no end Wisdom Let it guide your weary form Through the gloom of night so you may Sing your death song, And die like a hero going home |
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4. | Destroyer | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Stand among stars Await the new sun A triumphant sight Trinity forms Oh, what a stunning gleam Robed in the cosmos Await the new age Proliferate disorder Trinity blooms Is this a savior Culled from chaos? Or a pariah Born from disgust? Oh, what a hideous din Time is reborn From perilous skies Time is controlled Through imperiled eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the sky Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the world Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my soul |
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5. | ’sblood | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
I have been to the end of the earth I have been to the end of the waters I have been to the end of the sky I have been to the end of the mountains The Earth’s infinite wisdom has taught that our fate will not be sealed in God’s blood |
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6. | Westward | 09:48 | Show lyrics |
"If there is a Hell, this is what it looks like" she said staring out blankly towards the lonely expanse "And on overcast nights that strangle down the stars, fires rage among the clouds. Distant beacons burning in a secret ritual" Like a séance over Western sky "Look at yourself" she said. "Your only companion is the dust that clings to every inch of your being. It canvases your face, your hands, your scars. You fear this. Your scars remind you that past is real. You must overcome this, you must continue westward. But tonight, I beg you, stay with me and we will count the fires raging among the clouds. We’ll unlock the secrets of this ritual." Like a séance over Western sky |
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7. | Love Absolute | 04:02 | instrumental |
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8. | Sky Burial | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the skylines of cities Fading into ruination Far pat the threadbare flags of nations Spiraling into entropy At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the crumbling monuments To long forgotten triumph Far past the stench of governments Basking in irrevocable failure At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan I call to you oh foul beasts Please descend upon me For I am ready to cross the great divide Into the hidden void Black out the sky and I will close my eyes, I will close my eyes I fear not this somber fate I call to you oh foul beasts I call to you oh foul beasts Black out the sky, Black out the sky And I will close my eyes As the scavenger’s clan descends from the sky I take one last glimpse A legion of stygian wings coalesce to disavow the sun I close my eyes, I close my eyes |
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01:07:28 |
Sky Burial
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass, Vocals |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Keyboards, Lap steel, Noise |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Stand-up bass (track 1), Theremin (track 7), Organ, Noise |
Miscellaneous staff | |
James Rexroad | Photography |
Drew Pierce | Special effects |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Design, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Survival Fires | 10:13 | Show lyrics |
Dust settles on a ravaged land Cloaking the ruins beget by man In this obscurity we rise to carve our way Instinct is our only guide on these boundless paths For we do not fear death, as it is all around We must keep one step ahead of its voracious grasp In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands Our minds consumed with a narrow vision To descry the shrouded ways that will lead us to our asylum Where the fires of hope still burn In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands We seek survival We seek survival All paths lead to the survival fires With might in our hearts and lightning in our hands We’ll bow to none, we’ll discern our way All paths lead to the survival fires All paths lead to the survival fires Survival Survival |
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2. | The Long Road Home (Iron Gate) | 03:41 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Long Road Home | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
Life Is a fleeting shadow That dances across forgotten fields Only to be lost at twilight Wicked Is the great night that follows It is the sire of abhorrence Its cruelty knows no boundary, no end Wisdom Let it guide your weary form Through the gloom of night so you may Sing your death song, And die like a hero going home |
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4. | Destroyer | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Stand among stars Await the new sun A triumphant sight Trinity forms Oh, what a stunning gleam Robed in the cosmos Await the new age Proliferate disorder Trinity blooms Is this a savior Culled from chaos? Or a pariah Born from disgust? Oh, what a hideous din Time is reborn From perilous skies Time is controlled Through imperiled eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the sky Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the world Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my soul |
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34:15 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | ’sblood | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
I have been to the end of the earth I have been to the end of the waters I have been to the end of the sky I have been to the end of the mountains The Earth’s infinite wisdom has taught that our fate will not be sealed in God’s blood |
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2. | Westward | 09:48 | Show lyrics |
"If there is a Hell, this is what it looks like" she said staring out blankly towards the lonely expanse "And on overcast nights that strangle down the stars, fires rage among the clouds. Distant beacons burning in a secret ritual" Like a séance over Western sky "Look at yourself" she said. "Your only companion is the dust that clings to every inch of your being. It canvases your face, your hands, your scars. You fear this. Your scars remind you that past is real. You must overcome this, you must continue westward. But tonight, I beg you, stay with me and we will count the fires raging among the clouds. We’ll unlock the secrets of this ritual." Like a séance over Western sky |
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Side B | |||
3. | Love Absolute | 04:02 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | Sky Burial | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the skylines of cities Fading into ruination Far pat the threadbare flags of nations Spiraling into entropy At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the crumbling monuments To long forgotten triumph Far past the stench of governments Basking in irrevocable failure At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan I call to you oh foul beasts Please descend upon me For I am ready to cross the great divide Into the hidden void Black out the sky and I will close my eyes, I will close my eyes I fear not this somber fate I call to you oh foul beasts I call to you oh foul beasts Black out the sky, Black out the sky And I will close my eyes As the scavenger’s clan descends from the sky I take one last glimpse A legion of stygian wings coalesce to disavow the sun I close my eyes, I close my eyes |
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33:13 |
Sky Burial
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass, Vocals |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Keyboards, Lap steel, Noise |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Stand-up bass (track 1), Theremin (track 7), Organ, Noise |
Miscellaneous staff | |
James Rexroad | Photography |
Drew Pierce | Special effects |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Design, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Survival Fires | 10:13 | Show lyrics |
Dust settles on a ravaged land Cloaking the ruins beget by man In this obscurity we rise to carve our way Instinct is our only guide on these boundless paths For we do not fear death, as it is all around We must keep one step ahead of its voracious grasp In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands Our minds consumed with a narrow vision To descry the shrouded ways that will lead us to our asylum Where the fires of hope still burn In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands We seek survival We seek survival All paths lead to the survival fires With might in our hearts and lightning in our hands We’ll bow to none, we’ll discern our way All paths lead to the survival fires All paths lead to the survival fires Survival Survival |
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2. | The Long Road Home (Iron Gate) | 03:41 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Long Road Home | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
Life Is a fleeting shadow That dances across forgotten fields Only to be lost at twilight Wicked Is the great night that follows It is the sire of abhorrence Its cruelty knows no boundary, no end Wisdom Let it guide your weary form Through the gloom of night so you may Sing your death song, And die like a hero going home |
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4. | Destroyer | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Stand among stars Await the new sun A triumphant sight Trinity forms Oh, what a stunning gleam Robed in the cosmos Await the new age Proliferate disorder Trinity blooms Is this a savior Culled from chaos? Or a pariah Born from disgust? Oh, what a hideous din Time is reborn From perilous skies Time is controlled Through imperiled eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the sky Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the world Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my soul |
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34:15 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | ’sblood | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
I have been to the end of the earth I have been to the end of the waters I have been to the end of the sky I have been to the end of the mountains The Earth’s infinite wisdom has taught that our fate will not be sealed in God’s blood |
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2. | Westward | 09:48 | Show lyrics |
"If there is a Hell, this is what it looks like" she said staring out blankly towards the lonely expanse "And on overcast nights that strangle down the stars, fires rage among the clouds. Distant beacons burning in a secret ritual" Like a séance over Western sky "Look at yourself" she said. "Your only companion is the dust that clings to every inch of your being. It canvases your face, your hands, your scars. You fear this. Your scars remind you that past is real. You must overcome this, you must continue westward. But tonight, I beg you, stay with me and we will count the fires raging among the clouds. We’ll unlock the secrets of this ritual." Like a séance over Western sky |
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Side B | |||
3. | Love Absolute | 04:02 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | Sky Burial | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the skylines of cities Fading into ruination Far pat the threadbare flags of nations Spiraling into entropy At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the crumbling monuments To long forgotten triumph Far past the stench of governments Basking in irrevocable failure At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan I call to you oh foul beasts Please descend upon me For I am ready to cross the great divide Into the hidden void Black out the sky and I will close my eyes, I will close my eyes I fear not this somber fate I call to you oh foul beasts I call to you oh foul beasts Black out the sky, Black out the sky And I will close my eyes As the scavenger’s clan descends from the sky I take one last glimpse A legion of stygian wings coalesce to disavow the sun I close my eyes, I close my eyes |
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33:13 |
Sky Burial
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass, Vocals |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Keyboards, Lap steel, Noise |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Stand-up bass (track 1), Theremin (track 7), Organ, Noise |
Miscellaneous staff | |
James Rexroad | Photography |
Drew Pierce | Special effects |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Design, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Survival Fires | 10:13 | Show lyrics |
Dust settles on a ravaged land Cloaking the ruins beget by man In this obscurity we rise to carve our way Instinct is our only guide on these boundless paths For we do not fear death, as it is all around We must keep one step ahead of its voracious grasp In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands Our minds consumed with a narrow vision To descry the shrouded ways that will lead us to our asylum Where the fires of hope still burn In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands We seek survival We seek survival All paths lead to the survival fires With might in our hearts and lightning in our hands We’ll bow to none, we’ll discern our way All paths lead to the survival fires All paths lead to the survival fires Survival Survival |
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2. | The Long Road Home (Iron Gate) | 03:41 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | The Long Road Home | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
Life Is a fleeting shadow That dances across forgotten fields Only to be lost at twilight Wicked Is the great night that follows It is the sire of abhorrence Its cruelty knows no boundary, no end Wisdom Let it guide your weary form Through the gloom of night so you may Sing your death song, And die like a hero going home |
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4. | Destroyer | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Stand among stars Await the new sun A triumphant sight Trinity forms Oh, what a stunning gleam Robed in the cosmos Await the new age Proliferate disorder Trinity blooms Is this a savior Culled from chaos? Or a pariah Born from disgust? Oh, what a hideous din Time is reborn From perilous skies Time is controlled Through imperiled eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the sky Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my eyes Comfort us o’destroyer Light up the world Comfort me o’destroyer Light up my soul |
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Side B | |||
5. | ’sblood | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
I have been to the end of the earth I have been to the end of the waters I have been to the end of the sky I have been to the end of the mountains The Earth’s infinite wisdom has taught that our fate will not be sealed in God’s blood |
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6. | Westward | 09:48 | Show lyrics |
"If there is a Hell, this is what it looks like" she said staring out blankly towards the lonely expanse "And on overcast nights that strangle down the stars, fires rage among the clouds. Distant beacons burning in a secret ritual" Like a séance over Western sky "Look at yourself" she said. "Your only companion is the dust that clings to every inch of your being. It canvases your face, your hands, your scars. You fear this. Your scars remind you that past is real. You must overcome this, you must continue westward. But tonight, I beg you, stay with me and we will count the fires raging among the clouds. We’ll unlock the secrets of this ritual." Like a séance over Western sky |
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7. | Love Absolute | 04:02 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | Sky Burial | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the skylines of cities Fading into ruination Far pat the threadbare flags of nations Spiraling into entropy At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan At long last I have scaled The spire to the sky A stone’s throw To the heavens above Far past the crumbling monuments To long forgotten triumph Far past the stench of governments Basking in irrevocable failure At this summit I’ll feign death To call forth the scavenger’s clan I call to you oh foul beasts Please descend upon me For I am ready to cross the great divide Into the hidden void Black out the sky and I will close my eyes, I will close my eyes I fear not this somber fate I call to you oh foul beasts I call to you oh foul beasts Black out the sky, Black out the sky And I will close my eyes As the scavenger’s clan descends from the sky I take one last glimpse A legion of stygian wings coalesce to disavow the sun I close my eyes, I close my eyes |
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01:07:28 |
The Cavern
Members | |
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Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Guitars (acoustic), Lap Steel, Keyboards, Piano, Noise, Wizard stick |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Bowed bass, Keyboards, Organ |
Dorthia Cottrell | Vocals (female) |
Meg Mulhearn | Violin |
Jon Liedtke | Keyboards, Theremin |
Shibby Poole | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Travis Kammeyer | Recording |
Garrett Morris | Recording |
Orion Landau | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Cavern | Show lyrics | |
The sun stings my faded eyes on this burning morn. No refuge in sight. No breath to cull a cry. Dragging my broken bones in a trail of dust behind me. Under the dispiriting watch of the soulless, blinding eye. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. In the shadow of a gnarled tree at the foot of the peak, I collapse. And with one last remaining thought I yearn for a grave in which to lie. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. Can be this be the end? Is this all I have left? To die at the foot of this towering peak? As night’s hold creeps forward a brilliant light appears from a concealed hollow. I gather my strength and rise from the dust for this strange light lures me forward. It calls my name It draws me near It calls me name It draws me near I cross the threshold into this new realm and with every step the light becomes brighter. As exhaustion’s clutch takes hold, I fall to the bank of a shimmering pool as clear as glass. Millions of brilliant lights dance and flicker from it’s depths and with a sigh I cup my hands and drink. As my body falls numb and the light begins to fade I know that in this cavern I’ll die. bird of prey what is your place down in the fields trespasser divine no hunger atones and still you must weep over the bones and burn like the sun bearing the load there’s no peace not in the sky not in the sea down in the dirt is where it must be down in the earth is where it must be down in the dirt is where it must be down in the dirt bird of prey trespasser divine how do you sleep or measure the time your hunger alone must burn like the sun and still you must weep for everyone for everyone I awake to the howling of wind. My breath like acrid smoke in this thin glacial air. Where have I gone? I try to shake off the confusion and when I rise to my feet I look out... How am I standing at the summit of this lonesome peak? Where have I gone? The night sky splits and from it’s wound bleeds a spiraling aurora. As this spectacle draws closer a figure appears. An ethereal woman whose long hair veils her face. She offers me her hand and tells me to not be afraid. I take it and she pulls me to her breast. "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid" she says as everything turns black. |
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Side B | |||
2. | The Cavern | ||
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The Cavern
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Guitars (acoustic), Lap Steel, Keyboards, Piano, Noise, Wizard stick |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Jon Liedtke | Keyboards, Theremin |
Shibby Poole | Keyboards |
Mikey Allred | Bowed bass, Keyboards, Organ |
Dorthia Cottrell | Vocals (female) |
Meg Mulhearn | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Travis Kammeyer | Recording |
Garrett Morris | Recording |
Orion Landau | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Cavern | Show lyrics | |
The sun stings my faded eyes on this burning morn. No refuge in sight. No breath to cull a cry. Dragging my broken bones in a trail of dust behind me. Under the dispiriting watch of the soulless, blinding eye. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. In the shadow of a gnarled tree at the foot of the peak, I collapse. And with one last remaining thought I yearn for a grave in which to lie. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. Can be this be the end? Is this all I have left? To die at the foot of this towering peak? As night’s hold creeps forward a brilliant light appears from a concealed hollow. I gather my strength and rise from the dust for this strange light lures me forward. It calls my name It draws me near It calls me name It draws me near I cross the threshold into this new realm and with every step the light becomes brighter. As exhaustion’s clutch takes hold, I fall to the bank of a shimmering pool as clear as glass. Millions of brilliant lights dance and flicker from it’s depths and with a sigh I cup my hands and drink. As my body falls numb and the light begins to fade I know that in this cavern I’ll die. bird of prey what is your place down in the fields trespasser divine no hunger atones and still you must weep over the bones and burn like the sun bearing the load there’s no peace not in the sky not in the sea down in the dirt is where it must be down in the earth is where it must be down in the dirt is where it must be down in the dirt bird of prey trespasser divine how do you sleep or measure the time your hunger alone must burn like the sun and still you must weep for everyone for everyone I awake to the howling of wind. My breath like acrid smoke in this thin glacial air. Where have I gone? I try to shake off the confusion and when I rise to my feet I look out... How am I standing at the summit of this lonesome peak? Where have I gone? The night sky splits and from it’s wound bleeds a spiraling aurora. As this spectacle draws closer a figure appears. An ethereal woman whose long hair veils her face. She offers me her hand and tells me to not be afraid. I take it and she pulls me to her breast. "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid" she says as everything turns black. |
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2. | The Cavern | ||
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The Cavern
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Guitars (acoustic), Lap Steel, Keyboards, Piano, Noise, Wizard stick |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Jon Liedtke | Keyboards, Theremin |
Shibby Poole | Keyboards |
Mikey Allred | Bowed bass, Keyboards, Organ |
Dorthia Cottrell | Vocals (female) |
Meg Mulhearn | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Travis Kammeyer | Recording |
Garrett Morris | Recording |
Orion Landau | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Cavern | 45:46 | Show lyrics |
The sun stings my faded eyes on this burning morn. No refuge in sight. No breath to cull a cry. Dragging my broken bones in a trail of dust behind me. Under the dispiriting watch of the soulless, blinding eye. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. In the shadow of a gnarled tree at the foot of the peak, I collapse. And with one last remaining thought I yearn for a grave in which to lie. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. Can be this be the end? Is this all I have left? To die at the foot of this towering peak? As night’s hold creeps forward a brilliant light appears from a concealed hollow. I gather my strength and rise from the dust for this strange light lures me forward. It calls my name It draws me near It calls me name It draws me near I cross the threshold into this new realm and with every step the light becomes brighter. As exhaustion’s clutch takes hold, I fall to the bank of a shimmering pool as clear as glass. Millions of brilliant lights dance and flicker from it’s depths and with a sigh I cup my hands and drink. As my body falls numb and the light begins to fade I know that in this cavern I’ll die. bird of prey what is your place down in the fields trespasser divine no hunger atones and still you must weep over the bones and burn like the sun bearing the load there’s no peace not in the sky not in the sea down in the dirt is where it must be down in the earth is where it must be down in the dirt is where it must be down in the dirt bird of prey trespasser divine how do you sleep or measure the time your hunger alone must burn like the sun and still you must weep for everyone for everyone I awake to the howling of wind. My breath like acrid smoke in this thin glacial air. Where have I gone? I try to shake off the confusion and when I rise to my feet I look out... How am I standing at the summit of this lonesome peak? Where have I gone? The night sky splits and from it’s wound bleeds a spiraling aurora. As this spectacle draws closer a figure appears. An ethereal woman whose long hair veils her face. She offers me her hand and tells me to not be afraid. I take it and she pulls me to her breast. "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid" she says as everything turns black. |
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The Cavern
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars, Guitars (acoustic), Lap Steel, Keyboards, Piano, Noise, Wizard stick |
Trey Dalton | Guitars |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Jon Liedtke | Keyboards, Theremin |
Shibby Poole | Keyboards |
Mikey Allred | Bowed bass, Keyboards, Organ |
Dorthia Cottrell | Vocals (female) |
Meg Mulhearn | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Travis Kammeyer | Recording |
Garrett Morris | Recording |
Orion Landau | Design |
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Single-sided | |||
1. | The Cavern | Show lyrics | |
The sun stings my faded eyes on this burning morn. No refuge in sight. No breath to cull a cry. Dragging my broken bones in a trail of dust behind me. Under the dispiriting watch of the soulless, blinding eye. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. In the shadow of a gnarled tree at the foot of the peak, I collapse. And with one last remaining thought I yearn for a grave in which to lie. Rising from the desert an exiled peak stands forlorn. A vast fortress whose facade defies the will of all men. Crawling from the desert an exiled man weeps forlorn. A frail vessel whose will has been defied by all men. Can be this be the end? Is this all I have left? To die at the foot of this towering peak? As night’s hold creeps forward a brilliant light appears from a concealed hollow. I gather my strength and rise from the dust for this strange light lures me forward. It calls my name It draws me near It calls me name It draws me near I cross the threshold into this new realm and with every step the light becomes brighter. As exhaustion’s clutch takes hold, I fall to the bank of a shimmering pool as clear as glass. Millions of brilliant lights dance and flicker from it’s depths and with a sigh I cup my hands and drink. As my body falls numb and the light begins to fade I know that in this cavern I’ll die. bird of prey what is your place down in the fields trespasser divine no hunger atones and still you must weep over the bones and burn like the sun bearing the load there’s no peace not in the sky not in the sea down in the dirt is where it must be down in the earth is where it must be down in the dirt is where it must be down in the dirt bird of prey trespasser divine how do you sleep or measure the time your hunger alone must burn like the sun and still you must weep for everyone for everyone I awake to the howling of wind. My breath like acrid smoke in this thin glacial air. Where have I gone? I try to shake off the confusion and when I rise to my feet I look out... How am I standing at the summit of this lonesome peak? Where have I gone? The night sky splits and from it’s wound bleeds a spiraling aurora. As this spectacle draws closer a figure appears. An ethereal woman whose long hair veils her face. She offers me her hand and tells me to not be afraid. I take it and she pulls me to her breast. "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid" she says as everything turns black. |
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2. | The Cavern | ||
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Paradise Gallows
Members | |
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Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars (electric, acoustic), Keyboards, Noise, Vocals |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Organ, Trombone, Violin, Noise |
Joseph Allred | Harmonium |
Jon Liedtke | Theremin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nomini | 02:30 | instrumental |
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2. | An Archer in the Emptiness | 07:20 | Show lyrics |
I was born under a summer night’s sky, Wrapped in the gossamer of heaven’s vault. I was raised in the fields of a kingdom untamed, Versed in the lore of the cosmos’ might. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. As a young man I’ve ventured far from youthful realm, Spellbound by the allure of a city never at peace. Here, in this obdurate heart, I’ve learned of suffering And vowed to forsake it all; to roam the stars evermore. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. Lead me to the archer’s hold Where the curses reach no ear. I’d tether my dreams to the crescent of his bow, And hang my anathemas from the point of his arrow. Oh, how I long to breathe the same breath as the archer in the emptiness. |
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3. | Transfiguration | 09:10 | Show lyrics |
As a culture, we tread crooked in the brume of unrest. As a culture, we careen down a narrow path, overgrown with blight. As a culture, we trample over the disharmony of nature’s decline. As a culture, we are rank with the miasma of oppression. We must shed the darkness of the spirit And bare our souls to the solitude of reality. We must burn all weakness in the spirit And spare our souls the misery of downfall. We must transform the core of the spirit And guide our souls to the light of wisdom. Transfigure! At Earth’s behest Transfigure! The Earth commands Man has transfigured the Earth, now we must transfigure ourselves! |
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4. | Primordial Wound | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
Many an age has lapsed since a fanfare last graced these timeworn, furrowed streets. May we mock the notion of virtue! May we mock the notion of mercy! We, the strutting herd, drift proudly beneath the corpses of trumpeters hung from long-dead trees; scorning the beggars who drink from foul ditches along these timeworn, furrowed streets. May we mock the notion of benevolence! May we mock the notion of hope! We, the strutting herd, have embraced our failure. We reap a lurid pleasure in burying once noble ideals like intelligence and compassion. We writhe enraptured in willful ignorance, apathy and rampant arrogance. We are Man, Earth’s primordial wound, and we have made no attempt to convalesce by means of enlightenment. May we burst with sepsis en masse! May the earth be awash in our purulence! |
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5. | The Summer Drones | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
“Here, where the sun blooms with no respite, crooked men and vagabonds seek the holiness of silence.” We’ve spent a spell drifting on paths bygone, Where our voices wane against the breath of Gods. The summer drones… “Here, where the spirit is purged of all earthly trespass, crooked men and vagabonds desire a most desolate peace.” But we’ll tread on, through a season unchanged, Across barren expanse to the high desert plain Where we’ll accept our fate and take our rightful place Among the devils and thieves nailed to the Joshua trees. The summer drones on. |
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6. | Potomac | 06:00 | instrumental |
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7. | The Paradise Gallows | 11:41 | Show lyrics |
When I was young, I inflicted a heartless sin. I mocked my fate and ran wild until chance led me here, Where I grew drunk on the trace of a fermenting sun, And buried my failures beneath the ebb and flow of the tides. Time, have you forgotten my sullied name? Time, have you forgotten the shameful wounds? Time, have you forgotten the boundless grief, I so callously wrought? As the sands of time gnaw at my weathered face, I ponder more and more on the error of my ways. Time, when will you recall my prowess with a blade? Time, when will judgment finally summon me, To the gallows from which I’ll hang? And from these gallows paradise will scowl upon me. And from these gallows I’ll leer out ‘cross the sea, Laughing all the way to my grave. Laughing all the way to my grave Laughing all the way to my grave To my grave |
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8. | Violent Constellations | 11:13 | Show lyrics |
Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods believe they will Dwell amid the heavens forever. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will meet an ardent demise As cruel as any end they’ve overseen. “We violent ones, we last longer.” - R.M. Rilke Our barbarism knows no bounds, Our blades know not of remorse. We will tear them from their strongholds And baptize them with our savagery. We will tear them from their strongholds And judge them with eyes enlightened by death. “We violent ones, we last longer.” “We violent ones, we last longer.” Our barbarism knows no bounds; Our blades know not of remorse. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy; Our ears will fall deaf to their cries. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will cede to our rage; Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay. A fist for the visage Of tyranny A blade for the throats Of tyrants And as their bloodless vessels fall from their violent constellations… “Don’t they look just like rebel angels falling down from the heavens?” – W. Jennings |
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9. | Where the Earth Meets the Sky | 05:33 | Show lyrics |
Skyward we follow To paths unseen. Spirit to guide us, Continue to be. Lighting our way now… Journey back home; Finish this suffering. Never left alone… She has been set free. She will not die; She will now rest Where the earth meets the sky. The light in her eyes Burn through the night. Circles that hang, That fall and rise… Lighting our way now… Journey back home; Finish this suffering. Never left alone… She has been set free. She will not die; She will now rest Where the earth meets the sky |
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01:10:14 |
Paradise Gallows
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars (electric, acoustic), Keyboards, Noise, Vocals |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Organ, Trombone, Violin, Noise |
Joseph Allred | Harmonium |
Jon Liedtke | Theremin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nomini | 02:30 | instrumental |
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2. | An Archer in the Emptiness | 07:20 | Show lyrics |
I was born under a summer night’s sky, Wrapped in the gossamer of heaven’s vault. I was raised in the fields of a kingdom untamed, Versed in the lore of the cosmos’ might. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. As a young man I’ve ventured far from youthful realm, Spellbound by the allure of a city never at peace. Here, in this obdurate heart, I’ve learned of suffering And vowed to forsake it all; to roam the stars evermore. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. Lead me to the archer’s hold Where the curses reach no ear. I’d tether my dreams to the crescent of his bow, And hang my anathemas from the point of his arrow. Oh, how I long to breathe the same breath as the archer in the emptiness. |
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3. | Transfiguration | 09:10 | Show lyrics |
As a culture, we tread crooked in the brume of unrest. As a culture, we careen down a narrow path, overgrown with blight. As a culture, we trample over the disharmony of nature’s decline. As a culture, we are rank with the miasma of oppression. We must shed the darkness of the spirit And bare our souls to the solitude of reality. We must burn all weakness in the spirit And spare our souls the misery of downfall. We must transform the core of the spirit And guide our souls to the light of wisdom. Transfigure! At Earth’s behest Transfigure! The Earth commands Man has transfigured the Earth, now we must transfigure ourselves! |
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4. | Primordial Wound | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
Many an age has lapsed since a fanfare last graced these timeworn, furrowed streets. May we mock the notion of virtue! May we mock the notion of mercy! We, the strutting herd, drift proudly beneath the corpses of trumpeters hung from long-dead trees; scorning the beggars who drink from foul ditches along these timeworn, furrowed streets. May we mock the notion of benevolence! May we mock the notion of hope! We, the strutting herd, have embraced our failure. We reap a lurid pleasure in burying once noble ideals like intelligence and compassion. We writhe enraptured in willful ignorance, apathy and rampant arrogance. We are Man, Earth’s primordial wound, and we have made no attempt to convalesce by means of enlightenment. May we burst with sepsis en masse! May the earth be awash in our purulence! |
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5. | The Summer Drones | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
“Here, where the sun blooms with no respite, crooked men and vagabonds seek the holiness of silence.” We’ve spent a spell drifting on paths bygone, Where our voices wane against the breath of Gods. The summer drones… “Here, where the spirit is purged of all earthly trespass, crooked men and vagabonds desire a most desolate peace.” But we’ll tread on, through a season unchanged, Across barren expanse to the high desert plain Where we’ll accept our fate and take our rightful place Among the devils and thieves nailed to the Joshua trees. The summer drones on. |
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6. | Potomac | 06:00 | instrumental |
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7. | The Paradise Gallows | 11:41 | Show lyrics |
When I was young, I inflicted a heartless sin. I mocked my fate and ran wild until chance led me here, Where I grew drunk on the trace of a fermenting sun, And buried my failures beneath the ebb and flow of the tides. Time, have you forgotten my sullied name? Time, have you forgotten the shameful wounds? Time, have you forgotten the boundless grief, I so callously wrought? As the sands of time gnaw at my weathered face, I ponder more and more on the error of my ways. Time, when will you recall my prowess with a blade? Time, when will judgment finally summon me, To the gallows from which I’ll hang? And from these gallows paradise will scowl upon me. And from these gallows I’ll leer out ‘cross the sea, Laughing all the way to my grave. Laughing all the way to my grave Laughing all the way to my grave To my grave |
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8. | Violent Constellations | 11:13 | Show lyrics |
Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods believe they will Dwell amid the heavens forever. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will meet an ardent demise As cruel as any end they’ve overseen. “We violent ones, we last longer.” - R.M. Rilke Our barbarism knows no bounds, Our blades know not of remorse. We will tear them from their strongholds And baptize them with our savagery. We will tear them from their strongholds And judge them with eyes enlightened by death. “We violent ones, we last longer.” “We violent ones, we last longer.” Our barbarism knows no bounds; Our blades know not of remorse. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy; Our ears will fall deaf to their cries. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will cede to our rage; Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay. A fist for the visage Of tyranny A blade for the throats Of tyrants And as their bloodless vessels fall from their violent constellations… “Don’t they look just like rebel angels falling down from the heavens?” – W. Jennings |
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9. | Where the Earth Meets the Sky | 05:33 | Show lyrics |
Skyward we follow To paths unseen. Spirit to guide us, Continue to be. Lighting our way now… Journey back home; Finish this suffering. Never left alone… She has been set free. She will not die; She will now rest Where the earth meets the sky. The light in her eyes Burn through the night. Circles that hang, That fall and rise… Lighting our way now… Journey back home; Finish this suffering. Never left alone… She has been set free. She will not die; She will now rest Where the earth meets the sky |
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01:10:14 |
Paradise Gallows
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Guitars (electric, acoustic), Keyboards, Noise, Vocals |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Organ, Trombone, Violin, Noise |
Joseph Allred | Harmonium |
Jon Liedtke | Theremin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Orion Landau | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Nomini | 02:30 | instrumental |
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2. | An Archer in the Emptiness | 07:20 | Show lyrics |
I was born under a summer night’s sky, Wrapped in the gossamer of heaven’s vault. I was raised in the fields of a kingdom untamed, Versed in the lore of the cosmos’ might. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. As a young man I’ve ventured far from youthful realm, Spellbound by the allure of a city never at peace. Here, in this obdurate heart, I’ve learned of suffering And vowed to forsake it all; to roam the stars evermore. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man’s loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man’s loathsome song. Lead me to the archer’s hold Where the curses reach no ear. I’d tether my dreams to the crescent of his bow, And hang my anathemas from the point of his arrow. Oh, how I long to breathe the same breath as the archer in the emptiness. |
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3. | Transfiguration | 09:10 | Show lyrics |
As a culture, we tread crooked in the brume of unrest. As a culture, we careen down a narrow path, overgrown with blight. As a culture, we trample over the disharmony of nature’s decline. As a culture, we are rank with the miasma of oppression. We must shed the darkness of the spirit And bare our souls to the solitude of reality. We must burn all weakness in the spirit And spare our souls the misery of downfall. We must transform the core of the spirit And guide our souls to the light of wisdom. Transfigure! At Earth’s behest Transfigure! The Earth commands Man has transfigured the Earth, now we must transfigure ourselves! |
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4. | Primordial Wound | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
Many an age has lapsed since a fanfare last graced these timeworn, furrowed streets. May we mock the notion of virtue! May we mock the notion of mercy! We, the strutting herd, drift proudly beneath the corpses of trumpeters hung from long-dead trees; scorning the beggars who drink from foul ditches along these timeworn, furrowed streets. May we mock the notion of benevolence! May we mock the notion of hope! We, the strutting herd, have embraced our failure. We reap a lurid pleasure in burying once noble ideals like intelligence and compassion. We writhe enraptured in willful ignorance, apathy and rampant arrogance. We are Man, Earth’s primordial wound, and we have made no attempt to convalesce by means of enlightenment. May we burst with sepsis en masse! May the earth be awash in our purulence! |
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5. | The Summer Drones | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
“Here, where the sun blooms with no respite, crooked men and vagabonds seek the holiness of silence.” We’ve spent a spell drifting on paths bygone, Where our voices wane against the breath of Gods. The summer drones… “Here, where the spirit is purged of all earthly trespass, crooked men and vagabonds desire a most desolate peace.” But we’ll tread on, through a season unchanged, Across barren expanse to the high desert plain Where we’ll accept our fate and take our rightful place Among the devils and thieves nailed to the Joshua trees. The summer drones on. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Potomac | 06:00 | instrumental |
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7. | The Paradise Gallows | 11:41 | Show lyrics |
When I was young, I inflicted a heartless sin. I mocked my fate and ran wild until chance led me here, Where I grew drunk on the trace of a fermenting sun, And buried my failures beneath the ebb and flow of the tides. Time, have you forgotten my sullied name? Time, have you forgotten the shameful wounds? Time, have you forgotten the boundless grief, I so callously wrought? As the sands of time gnaw at my weathered face, I ponder more and more on the error of my ways. Time, when will you recall my prowess with a blade? Time, when will judgment finally summon me, To the gallows from which I’ll hang? And from these gallows paradise will scowl upon me. And from these gallows I’ll leer out ‘cross the sea, Laughing all the way to my grave. Laughing all the way to my grave Laughing all the way to my grave To my grave |
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8. | Violent Constellations | 11:13 | Show lyrics |
Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods believe they will Dwell amid the heavens forever. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will meet an ardent demise As cruel as any end they’ve overseen. “We violent ones, we last longer.” - R.M. Rilke Our barbarism knows no bounds, Our blades know not of remorse. We will tear them from their strongholds And baptize them with our savagery. We will tear them from their strongholds And judge them with eyes enlightened by death. “We violent ones, we last longer.” “We violent ones, we last longer.” Our barbarism knows no bounds; Our blades know not of remorse. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy; Our ears will fall deaf to their cries. Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will cede to our rage; Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay. A fist for the visage Of tyranny A blade for the throats Of tyrants And as their bloodless vessels fall from their violent constellations… “Don’t they look just like rebel angels falling down from the heavens?” – W. Jennings |
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9. | Where the Earth Meets the Sky | 05:33 | Show lyrics |
Skyward we follow To paths unseen. Spirit to guide us, Continue to be. Lighting our way now… Journey back home; Finish this suffering. Never left alone… She has been set free. She will not die; She will now rest Where the earth meets the sky. The light in her eyes Burn through the night. Circles that hang, That fall and rise… Lighting our way now… Journey back home; Finish this suffering. Never left alone… She has been set free. She will not die; She will now rest Where the earth meets the sky |
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Sulphur English
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Percussion, Guitars (electric, acoustic, lap steel), Bass, Keyboards, Noise, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Percussion, Vocals |
Mike Paparo | Vocals, Percussion |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Keyboards, Organ, Theremin |
Tyler Coburn | Percussion |
Edmond Villa III | Percussion |
Jason Hodges | Noise |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Bumgardner | 01:59 | instrumental |
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2. | A Waxen Sea | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Placid is the toll of the iron bell As its resonance washes against the hills And settles into the dry beds and knotted groves Of the sun-parched valley at rest below. The morning rises guardedly Over a stirring countryside, Illuminating the far off sea. A waxen shield, horizon’s protector. As I stagger up from the sun-bleached tiles, Where in night’s revelry I laid my head, I lean against a rusting lattice and compose my thoughts, My waking eyes held spellbound by a waxen sea. I raise my hands to the sea beyond, Intoxicated by the winds that whip up from her fair shores. I’ll mind any road, be they tranquil or pestilent, Through knotted, olden grove or stone-strewn ruin, To wander her fair shores, To be adrift in the azure, To covet the sea breeze, To daydream upon her dunes. All in due time Placid is the toll of the iron bell As its resonance washes against the hills. |
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3. | Citadel | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
As the seasons turn and spoil A crooked axis guides my way Down unsung paths that burn out The most hardened of drifters. Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. Can I shake free the detritus of these countless, vagrant years? Can I harness the wild flame that lays dormant deep within? Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. A fire burns deep in the citadel of my heart. I will break free from captivity. I will weather the storm. I will shake free from detritus. I will harness the wild flame. |
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4. | Howling Lands | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Hammer their drums, Stirring their keeps. “And they’ll pray to their Gods To calm that which aches, As they dig their way To the center of Hell.” Hubris-wrought flocks Toil under duress, Fleshed with ego, Tamed with distress. “And they’ll pray to their Gods For a mercy so sweet As they dig their way To the center of Hell.” The flock toils, the beasts oversee. “They’ll howl for their Gods, Convinced they’ll pay heed As their chorus is strangled By the pounding of the drums.” Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Will hammer their drums Into the center of Hell. |
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5. | Stillness | 09:04 | Show lyrics |
At dusk We’ll coax the old brook to sing A hymn To quell the will of the night. Restless, We’ll sway to its primeval song, Enchanted By the fires burning within. Restless At dawn We’ll sing the old brook to sleep. A hymn To quiet the roar of the day. In stillness, We’ll lay on its primeval banks, Weary From the fires burning within. Stillness |
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6. | Observances of the Path | 01:43 | instrumental |
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7. | The Atavist’s Meridian | 12:34 | Show lyrics |
Regale us once more With the tales you used to chronicle, When we were but callow And all was new, Of age old myths Both formidable and sublime, Of gallant feats That gripped our fledgling minds, Of a spirited people And their bucolic wisdoms, From the land in which you grew, From the land in which you pine. An atavist you’ve always been. A pastoral dream Swells in your soul, Evoking the spirit Of soil left behind. A yearning profound Captivates the senses, Flooding your heart With lucid recollections Of burning days Tending to vine and herd, Of blackest nights Gazing at the heavens. Cry out for the hills And their ancestral paths. Weep in remembrance Of those so revered. The mortal hours are waning. Return to her. Drink from her soundless waters If you truly wish to sing. Ascend her sun-gilded peaks If you truly wish to climb. And when her winds come to reap your earthly vessel, Only then will you truly know you have lived. Return to her. An atavist you’ve always been. |
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8. | Blood on the Lupines | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
As the sun bids farewell To this dusty wash, Its last thin rays Kindle tiny stars That dance In no particular time— Specks of stray glass That collect the last hints Of the fleeting light. As darkness grips This wayward land, Scant flickers of transient light Frolic in the distance — A sure sign of some dreary town. So I wander through the night ‘Til I reach its shadowy edge, Where gravestones lay between Shuttered homes and rusting hulks, Where I see her figure, Faceless in the gloom, And she says: “Turn away! These people are held by a cursed star. There’s blood on the lupines and a fever in this town.” |
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9. | Sulphur English | 11:49 | Show lyrics |
Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Beware his garb Of threads woven In gilded opulence. Beware his forked tongue: Its diction foul and impenitent, Delivered on the winds of sulphur’s breath; Its noxious arguments Crudely spun into a mesh of bedlam and fallacy. The charlatan sets his eyes towards the throne, Tongue adrip in revolting ecstasy. And the lackeys gnash their pearly teeth, Pining for his next decree, Erect and euphoric with unquenched delusion, Thirsting for a power absolute. Their intentions reek of an impure faith Born from the promise of a glutton’s lust. Their minds too dull and weak-willed to break, Servants to the charlatan’s every desire. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. |
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01:06:48 |
Sulphur English
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Percussion, Guitars (electric, acoustic, lap steel), Bass, Keyboards, Noise, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Percussion, Vocals |
Mike Paparo | Vocals, Percussion |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Jason Hodges | Noise |
Mikey Allred | Keyboards, Organ, Theremin |
Tyler Coburn | Percussion |
Edmond Villa III | Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Bumgardner | 01:59 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | A Waxen Sea | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Placid is the toll of the iron bell As its resonance washes against the hills And settles into the dry beds and knotted groves Of the sun-parched valley at rest below. The morning rises guardedly Over a stirring countryside, Illuminating the far off sea. A waxen shield, horizon’s protector. As I stagger up from the sun-bleached tiles, Where in night’s revelry I laid my head, I lean against a rusting lattice and compose my thoughts, My waking eyes held spellbound by a waxen sea. I raise my hands to the sea beyond, Intoxicated by the winds that whip up from her fair shores. I’ll mind any road, be they tranquil or pestilent, Through knotted, olden grove or stone-strewn ruin, To wander her fair shores, To be adrift in the azure, To covet the sea breeze, To daydream upon her dunes. All in due time Placid is the toll of the iron bell As its resonance washes against the hills. |
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3. | Citadel | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
As the seasons turn and spoil A crooked axis guides my way Down unsung paths that burn out The most hardened of drifters. Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. Can I shake free the detritus of these countless, vagrant years? Can I harness the wild flame that lays dormant deep within? Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. A fire burns deep in the citadel of my heart. I will break free from captivity. I will weather the storm. I will shake free from detritus. I will harness the wild flame. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Howling Lands | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Hammer their drums, Stirring their keeps. “And they’ll pray to their Gods To calm that which aches, As they dig their way To the center of Hell.” Hubris-wrought flocks Toil under duress, Fleshed with ego, Tamed with distress. “And they’ll pray to their Gods For a mercy so sweet As they dig their way To the center of Hell.” The flock toils, the beasts oversee. “They’ll howl for their Gods, Convinced they’ll pay heed As their chorus is strangled By the pounding of the drums.” Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Will hammer their drums Into the center of Hell. |
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5. | Stillness | 09:04 | Show lyrics |
At dusk We’ll coax the old brook to sing A hymn To quell the will of the night. Restless, We’ll sway to its primeval song, Enchanted By the fires burning within. Restless At dawn We’ll sing the old brook to sleep. A hymn To quiet the roar of the day. In stillness, We’ll lay on its primeval banks, Weary From the fires burning within. Stillness |
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32:06 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Observances of the Path | 01:43 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Atavist’s Meridian | 12:34 | Show lyrics |
Regale us once more With the tales you used to chronicle, When we were but callow And all was new, Of age old myths Both formidable and sublime, Of gallant feats That gripped our fledgling minds, Of a spirited people And their bucolic wisdoms, From the land in which you grew, From the land in which you pine. An atavist you’ve always been. A pastoral dream Swells in your soul, Evoking the spirit Of soil left behind. A yearning profound Captivates the senses, Flooding your heart With lucid recollections Of burning days Tending to vine and herd, Of blackest nights Gazing at the heavens. Cry out for the hills And their ancestral paths. Weep in remembrance Of those so revered. The mortal hours are waning. Return to her. Drink from her soundless waters If you truly wish to sing. Ascend her sun-gilded peaks If you truly wish to climb. And when her winds come to reap your earthly vessel, Only then will you truly know you have lived. Return to her. An atavist you’ve always been. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Blood on the Lupines | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
As the sun bids farewell To this dusty wash, Its last thin rays Kindle tiny stars That dance In no particular time— Specks of stray glass That collect the last hints Of the fleeting light. As darkness grips This wayward land, Scant flickers of transient light Frolic in the distance — A sure sign of some dreary town. So I wander through the night ‘Til I reach its shadowy edge, Where gravestones lay between Shuttered homes and rusting hulks, Where I see her figure, Faceless in the gloom, And she says: “Turn away! These people are held by a cursed star. There’s blood on the lupines and a fever in this town.” |
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4. | Sulphur English | 11:49 | Show lyrics |
Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Beware his garb Of threads woven In gilded opulence. Beware his forked tongue: Its diction foul and impenitent, Delivered on the winds of sulphur’s breath; Its noxious arguments Crudely spun into a mesh of bedlam and fallacy. The charlatan sets his eyes towards the throne, Tongue adrip in revolting ecstasy. And the lackeys gnash their pearly teeth, Pining for his next decree, Erect and euphoric with unquenched delusion, Thirsting for a power absolute. Their intentions reek of an impure faith Born from the promise of a glutton’s lust. Their minds too dull and weak-willed to break, Servants to the charlatan’s every desire. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. |
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34:42 |
Sulphur English
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums, Percussion, Guitars (electric, acoustic, lap steel), Bass, Keyboards, Noise, Vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, Percussion, Vocals |
Mike Paparo | Vocals, Percussion |
Joe Kerkes | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Jason Hodges | Noise |
Mikey Allred | Keyboards, Organ, Theremin |
Tyler Coburn | Percussion |
Edmond Villa III | Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Bumgardner | 01:59 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | A Waxen Sea | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Placid is the toll of the iron bell As its resonance washes against the hills And settles into the dry beds and knotted groves Of the sun-parched valley at rest below. The morning rises guardedly Over a stirring countryside, Illuminating the far off sea. A waxen shield, horizon’s protector. As I stagger up from the sun-bleached tiles, Where in night’s revelry I laid my head, I lean against a rusting lattice and compose my thoughts, My waking eyes held spellbound by a waxen sea. I raise my hands to the sea beyond, Intoxicated by the winds that whip up from her fair shores. I’ll mind any road, be they tranquil or pestilent, Through knotted, olden grove or stone-strewn ruin, To wander her fair shores, To be adrift in the azure, To covet the sea breeze, To daydream upon her dunes. All in due time Placid is the toll of the iron bell As its resonance washes against the hills. |
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3. | Citadel | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
As the seasons turn and spoil A crooked axis guides my way Down unsung paths that burn out The most hardened of drifters. Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. Can I shake free the detritus of these countless, vagrant years? Can I harness the wild flame that lays dormant deep within? Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves. A stone in the eye of humankind, Forever at bay. Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root, Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine. A fire burns deep in the citadel of my heart. I will break free from captivity. I will weather the storm. I will shake free from detritus. I will harness the wild flame. |
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4. | Howling Lands | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Hammer their drums, Stirring their keeps. “And they’ll pray to their Gods To calm that which aches, As they dig their way To the center of Hell.” Hubris-wrought flocks Toil under duress, Fleshed with ego, Tamed with distress. “And they’ll pray to their Gods For a mercy so sweet As they dig their way To the center of Hell.” The flock toils, the beasts oversee. “They’ll howl for their Gods, Convinced they’ll pay heed As their chorus is strangled By the pounding of the drums.” Beasts high atop Drab slag heaps Will hammer their drums Into the center of Hell. |
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5. | Stillness | 09:04 | Show lyrics |
At dusk We’ll coax the old brook to sing A hymn To quell the will of the night. Restless, We’ll sway to its primeval song, Enchanted By the fires burning within. Restless At dawn We’ll sing the old brook to sleep. A hymn To quiet the roar of the day. In stillness, We’ll lay on its primeval banks, Weary From the fires burning within. Stillness |
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6. | Observances of the Path | 01:43 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | The Atavist’s Meridian | 12:34 | Show lyrics |
Regale us once more With the tales you used to chronicle, When we were but callow And all was new, Of age old myths Both formidable and sublime, Of gallant feats That gripped our fledgling minds, Of a spirited people And their bucolic wisdoms, From the land in which you grew, From the land in which you pine. An atavist you’ve always been. A pastoral dream Swells in your soul, Evoking the spirit Of soil left behind. A yearning profound Captivates the senses, Flooding your heart With lucid recollections Of burning days Tending to vine and herd, Of blackest nights Gazing at the heavens. Cry out for the hills And their ancestral paths. Weep in remembrance Of those so revered. The mortal hours are waning. Return to her. Drink from her soundless waters If you truly wish to sing. Ascend her sun-gilded peaks If you truly wish to climb. And when her winds come to reap your earthly vessel, Only then will you truly know you have lived. Return to her. An atavist you’ve always been. |
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8. | Blood on the Lupines | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
As the sun bids farewell To this dusty wash, Its last thin rays Kindle tiny stars That dance In no particular time— Specks of stray glass That collect the last hints Of the fleeting light. As darkness grips This wayward land, Scant flickers of transient light Frolic in the distance — A sure sign of some dreary town. So I wander through the night ‘Til I reach its shadowy edge, Where gravestones lay between Shuttered homes and rusting hulks, Where I see her figure, Faceless in the gloom, And she says: “Turn away! These people are held by a cursed star. There’s blood on the lupines and a fever in this town.” |
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9. | Sulphur English | 11:49 | Show lyrics |
Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Beware his garb Of threads woven In gilded opulence. Beware his forked tongue: Its diction foul and impenitent, Delivered on the winds of sulphur’s breath; Its noxious arguments Crudely spun into a mesh of bedlam and fallacy. The charlatan sets his eyes towards the throne, Tongue adrip in revolting ecstasy. And the lackeys gnash their pearly teeth, Pining for his next decree, Erect and euphoric with unquenched delusion, Thirsting for a power absolute. Their intentions reek of an impure faith Born from the promise of a glutton’s lust. Their minds too dull and weak-willed to break, Servants to the charlatan’s every desire. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. Beware the charlatan Slinking amongst The pallid colonnades. Sever the corrupt tongue Of the imperious fool. Silence the gangrenous root Of his abhorrent voice. |
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01:06:48 |
Garbers Days Revisited
Members | |
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Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums, guitars, vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars, vocals |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, vocals |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Andrew Lacour | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Piano, synth |
Jon Liedtke | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, mixing, mastering |
Brian Mercer | Artwork |
Jacob Speis | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Scarecrow (Ministry cover) | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Staring in the face of condemnation Laughter fills the sky instead of rain Live my life alone in resignation Arms outstretched for those who cannot say Scarecrow Crucified and left in isolation Pictures of our lost morality Scarecrow Eyeless stares invite this whole damnation Rotting corpse of inhumanity Scarecrow |
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2. | Southern Man (Neil Young cover) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Southern man better keep your head Don’t forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black Tall white mansions and little shacks Southern man when will you pay them back? I heard screaming’ and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown I’ve seen your black man coming’ round Swear by God I’m gonna cut him down! I heard screaming’ and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? |
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3. | Hard Times (Cro-Mags cover) | 01:36 | Show lyrics |
Hard times coming your way You’re gonna have to rise above them someday Organize your life and figure it out Or you’ll go under without a doubt Hard Times Hard Times Seems I’m being forced into a mold Hard Times Hard Times Forcing me and I’m growing cold Hard times coming through But if you’re hard it won’t get to you They’re gonna try to drag you into the ground But never surrender, never go down Hard Times Hard Times Seems I’m being forced into a mold Hard Times Hard Times Forcing me and I’m growing cold Cro-Mag! Skinhead! Breakout! Now... |
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4. | March of the Pigs (Nine Inch Nails cover) | 02:43 | Show lyrics |
Step right up march push Crawl right up on your knees Please greed feed (no time to hesitate) I want a little bit I want a piece of it I think he’s losing it I want to watch it come down Don’t like the look of it don’t like the taste of it don’t like the smell of it I want to watch it come down All the pigs are all lined up I give you all that you want Take the skin and peel it back Now doesn’t that make you feel better? Shove it up inside surprise! Lies Stains like the blood on your teeth Bite chew suck away the tender parts I want to break it up I want to smash it up I want to fuck it up I want to watch it come down Maybe afraid of it let’s discredit it let’s pick away at it I want to watch it come down Now doesn’t that make you feel better? The pigs have won tonight Now they can all sleep soundly And everything is all right |
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5. | The Girl Who Lives on Heaven Hill (Hüsker Dü cover) | 02:53 | Show lyrics |
There’s a girl who lives on Heaven Hill I go up to her cabin still She keeps a lantern lit for me And a bottle up on her mantelpiece She’s the girl who lives on Heaven Hill She’s got a big room and it’s always a mess Worn out shoes and a worn out dress A worn out smile that she’ll wear some more And a worn out welcome mat by her door I’d trade big mountains and rooms full of gold For just one look at the beauty of this woman’s soul Up on Heaven Hill is where I wanna be That girl that bottle that mattress and me |
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6. | In League with Satan (Venom cover) | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
I’m in league with satan I was raised in hell I walk the streets of Salem Amongst the living dead I need no one to tell me What’s wrong or right I drink the blood of children Stalk my prey at night [Chorus . .] Look out beware When the full moon’s high n’bright In every way I’m there In every shadow in the night Coz I’m evil in league with satan Evil in league with satan [2] I’m in league with satan Obey his commands With the goat of Mendes Sitting at his left hand I’m in league with satan I love the dead No one prayed for Sodom As the people fled [3] I’m in league with satan I am the masters own I drink the juice of women As they lie alone I’m in league with satan I bear the devils mark I kill the new born baby Tear the infants flesh |
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7. | Runnin Down a Dream (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers cover) | 03:20 | Show lyrics |
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down I had the radio on, I was drivin’ The trees went by, me and Del were singin’ Little runaway, I was flyin’ Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream Felt so good like anything was possible I hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes The last three days the rain was unstoppable And it was always cold, no sunshine Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream I rolled on, the sky grew dark I put my pedal down to make some time And there’s something good waitin’ down this road And I’m picking up whatever is mine Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream |
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8. | Purple Rain (Prince cover) | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
I never meant to ’cause you any sorrow I never meant to ’cause you any pain I only wanted to one time see you laughing I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain I never wanted to be your weekend lover I only wanted to be some kind of friend Baby I could never steal you from another It’s such a shame our friendship had to end Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing It’s time we all reach out for something new That means you too You say you want a leader But you can’t seem to make up your mind I think you better close it And let me guide you to the purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain If you know what I’m singing about up here C’mon raise your hand Purple rain Purple rain I only want to see you, only want to see you In the purple rain |
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35:09 |
Garbers Days Revisited
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums, guitars, vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars, vocals |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, vocals |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Andrew Lacour | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Piano, synth |
Jon Liedtke | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Brian Mercer | Artwork |
Jacob Speis | Layout |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, mixing, mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Scarecrow (Ministry cover) | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Staring in the face of condemnation Laughter fills the sky instead of rain Live my life alone in resignation Arms outstretched for those who cannot say Scarecrow Crucified and left in isolation Pictures of our lost morality Scarecrow Eyeless stares invite this whole damnation Rotting corpse of inhumanity Scarecrow |
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2. | Southern Man (Neil Young) | 06:03 | |
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3. | Hard Times (Bob Dylan) | ||
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4. | March of the Pigs (Nine Inch Nails) | ||
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Girl who Lives on Heaven Hill (Hüsker Dü) | ||
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | In League with Satan (Venom) | ||
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Runnin Down a Dream (Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers) | ||
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8. | Purple Rain (Prince) | ||
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13:02 |
Garbers Days Revisited
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
T.J. Childers | Drums, guitars, vocals |
Steven Russell | Guitars, vocals |
Trey Dalton | Guitars, vocals |
Mike Paparo | Vocals |
Andrew Lacour | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Mikey Allred | Piano, synth |
Jon Liedtke | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Brian Mercer | Artwork |
Jacob Speis | Layout |
Mikey Allred | Engineering, mixing, mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Scarecrow (Ministry cover) | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Staring in the face of condemnation Laughter fills the sky instead of rain Live my life alone in resignation Arms outstretched for those who cannot say Scarecrow Crucified and left in isolation Pictures of our lost morality Scarecrow Eyeless stares invite this whole damnation Rotting corpse of inhumanity Scarecrow |
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2. | Southern Man (Neil Young cover) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Southern man better keep your head Don’t forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black Tall white mansions and little shacks Southern man when will you pay them back? I heard screaming’ and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown I’ve seen your black man coming’ round Swear by God I’m gonna cut him down! I heard screaming’ and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? |
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3. | Hard Times (Cro-Mags cover) | 01:36 | Show lyrics |
Hard times coming your way You’re gonna have to rise above them someday Organize your life and figure it out Or you’ll go under without a doubt Hard Times Hard Times Seems I’m being forced into a mold Hard Times Hard Times Forcing me and I’m growing cold Hard times coming through But if you’re hard it won’t get to you They’re gonna try to drag you into the ground But never surrender, never go down Hard Times Hard Times Seems I’m being forced into a mold Hard Times Hard Times Forcing me and I’m growing cold Cro-Mag! Skinhead! Breakout! Now... |
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4. | March of the Pigs (Nine Inch Nails cover) | 02:43 | Show lyrics |
Step right up march push Crawl right up on your knees Please greed feed (no time to hesitate) I want a little bit I want a piece of it I think he’s losing it I want to watch it come down Don’t like the look of it don’t like the taste of it don’t like the smell of it I want to watch it come down All the pigs are all lined up I give you all that you want Take the skin and peel it back Now doesn’t that make you feel better? Shove it up inside surprise! Lies Stains like the blood on your teeth Bite chew suck away the tender parts I want to break it up I want to smash it up I want to fuck it up I want to watch it come down Maybe afraid of it let’s discredit it let’s pick away at it I want to watch it come down Now doesn’t that make you feel better? The pigs have won tonight Now they can all sleep soundly And everything is all right |
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Side B | |||
5. | The Girl Who Lives on Heaven Hill (Hüsker Dü cover) | 02:53 | Show lyrics |
There’s a girl who lives on Heaven Hill I go up to her cabin still She keeps a lantern lit for me And a bottle up on her mantelpiece She’s the girl who lives on Heaven Hill She’s got a big room and it’s always a mess Worn out shoes and a worn out dress A worn out smile that she’ll wear some more And a worn out welcome mat by her door I’d trade big mountains and rooms full of gold For just one look at the beauty of this woman’s soul Up on Heaven Hill is where I wanna be That girl that bottle that mattress and me |
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6. | In League with Satan (Venom cover) | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
I’m in league with satan I was raised in hell I walk the streets of Salem Amongst the living dead I need no one to tell me What’s wrong or right I drink the blood of children Stalk my prey at night [Chorus . .] Look out beware When the full moon’s high n’bright In every way I’m there In every shadow in the night Coz I’m evil in league with satan Evil in league with satan [2] I’m in league with satan Obey his commands With the goat of Mendes Sitting at his left hand I’m in league with satan I love the dead No one prayed for Sodom As the people fled [3] I’m in league with satan I am the masters own I drink the juice of women As they lie alone I’m in league with satan I bear the devils mark I kill the new born baby Tear the infants flesh |
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7. | Runnin Down a Dream (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers cover) | 03:20 | Show lyrics |
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down I had the radio on, I was drivin’ The trees went by, me and Del were singin’ Little runaway, I was flyin’ Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream Felt so good like anything was possible I hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes The last three days the rain was unstoppable And it was always cold, no sunshine Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream I rolled on, the sky grew dark I put my pedal down to make some time And there’s something good waitin’ down this road And I’m picking up whatever is mine Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream Yeah, runnin’ down a dream Never would come to me Workin’ on a mystery Goin’ wherever it leads I’m runnin’ down a dream |
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8. | Purple Rain (Prince cover) | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
I never meant to ’cause you any sorrow I never meant to ’cause you any pain I only wanted to one time see you laughing I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain I never wanted to be your weekend lover I only wanted to be some kind of friend Baby I could never steal you from another It’s such a shame our friendship had to end Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing It’s time we all reach out for something new That means you too You say you want a leader But you can’t seem to make up your mind I think you better close it And let me guide you to the purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain If you know what I’m singing about up here C’mon raise your hand Purple rain Purple rain I only want to see you, only want to see you In the purple rain |
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