We must walk through the forests of famine
Over the scalding steps toward the river
The Sun beats us down
And at night we drop with mercury
But through this exodus will come brilliance
Behold this world in the throes of epilogue
The swelling equator bursts at the buckle
The bulging sun is the crux in the whole sky, a lesion
The white hot heat creeping into the shade
Our skin dries like jerky, we're as tanned as raisins
Shambling toward a horizon distorted by heat
We march
Trodding through the sulphurous mud
A dense veil of thorns
As we emerge finally upon the river
...our thirst crumbles upon
a promise not of water...
Fire
Molten copper
The shimmering horrible shore
Vigorous heat the aorta of hell flows by
I am golden, the river calls us to drink
It is time to wash our skin away
Then we wade in
Wash ourselves and purify
Return to him
Come and bathe with Lazarus
Wade right, in the water's fine
Not just a toe, plunge right in (x2)
Just another day at the beach
Holy, holy, we shall flow with the river
There is never hope
Only the flowing hell
That pours as a gift
From the mouth of fortune
credits
released April 16, 2013
CREDITS:
Brett Campaigne - Vocals
Jason Vautour - Guitars
Troy Kirker - Bass
Graham Ferguson - Drums, Vocals
RECORDED Feb. 2013
Engineering: Robert Nickerson, Nick Jones
Mixing: Nick Jones, Jason Vautour
Mastering: Colin Crowell
Released via Diminished Fifth Digital April 16, 2013