Shallow graves along the road and the clouds set ablaze.
Dancing ashes in the wind; our path a mosaic of stains.
They tumble to the earth. Embers fall a rain of flames.
A clash amid the stars between the gods for human fate.
The war on high has now begun.
Marked by the light of the sinking sun
I'll hold you tight when the reaper comes.
Born from the heart of creation.
From afar, from a world not unlike this very place.
Soaring with a godly haste across the sprawling milky way.
Separated long ago only now to take our place.
The angels, battle sung, come to us our saving grace.
The war on high has now begun.
Marked by the light of the sinking sun
I'll hold you tight when the reaper comes.
Born from the heart of creation.
I'll breath today
and live till tomorrow.
An archaic race
akin to ours though there is hope yet in our days, it will never be the same.
The war on high has now begun.
Marked by the light of the sinking sun
I'll hold you tight when the reaper comes.
Born from the heart of creation.
A powerhouse of a record from the Michigan metalcore stalwarts, full of sinister, stadium-sized singalongs and unbridled emotion. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2022