Brightly we burn in the darkness,
To finally stifle this caucus
A choir of voices cascading,
Preying hands impatiently waiting
A beacon cutting though blindness,
To put this sickness behind us
A roar rising through the bleating,
The sound of hopeful hearts beating
Soon they will go where there is no going,
Soon they will know
No longer to sit idly by,
Doors reinforced from the outside
As flame licks rafter, wildly I
Turn my gaze finally toward the sky
A beacon burning in the night,
Familiar cries from the inside
As flame licks rafter, wildly I
Turn my gaze finally toward the sky
Think Elixir, Master's Hammer, Maiden, Dissection, et al, all the while rooted firmly in the soil that bore such punk essentials as Against the Grain, Sleep In Safety, and November-Coming-Fire. Crusades
There is a special kind of beauty within each tragedy. Hold on. Reach out. Let go. No matter how it plays out, in the end you are free from the struggle and the pain. Crusades
Dark, organ-driven punk rock ala Lost Sounds, The Observers, Los Reactors, The Adverts, etc. Also features members of The White Wires and The Steve Adamyk Band, Crusades