From deep within the woods on the outside of the inside of town comes screaming voices shrieking inaudibly, shaking your soul to its foundation as you watch the wooden cauldron burn furiously in the fucking flame. The moon is the only truth between past and present. A careless red light dances in the darkness. You choose your words carefully, as you know once they have left your mouth they will wait for you in the morning. We roll up and burn along the way, turning everything to ash. You hear it in your head when you're scared and nervous and your pulse pounds on your eardrums. Join us, won't you, on this bright night?
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Member Since: 20/10/2007
Band Website: www.cozyhomerecords.com
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