Died.
I had died, and revitalised again into a Manta-Ray with striking wings.
And with this gift, I painted the ocean with a sound that no-one had reasoned before.
But upon my return into my demise, a 'Pyralid' and 'Death's Head' had told me to stay upon this plain.
To "never ascend again until your destiny is fullfilled."
I just hate how this life is sold to Moths in vain.
They never sold the cure to elude our pain.
The Chorus speaks at once for all before outsiders come,
and judge against our mentally ill legion to the earth.
More tidal waves of emotion.
It's beautiful and pure, breathing through metaphor,
lifting our souls.
Lifting the Manta Ray's wings,
and begging it to dance again.
Our destiny begins here.
I adore you.
Rock on Apollo.
Maverick Joseph Korvin.
Karnivool
"Karnivool is more like a religion than a band.
While the act delivers the frantic message from the pulpit,
the audience heaves and chants with every word,
never letting up until the ritual is through."
Xpress Magazine Perth '03
"Themata - A twelve-track journey of soaring melody"
Kerrang Magazine '03
Cog
"I've seen Cog previously and known how serious they were.
But... I'd have never imagined they could amount to this.
They are singly the tightest arse three piece you could imagine,
beyond any hard music/heavy rock allegiance.
Now they transcend any music categorisation."
Revolver Magazine '02.
The Butterfly Effect
"Leave your expectations at the door before allowing
this dense slab of sonic emotion wash over you,
because the band have made every effort
to grow and mature, letting their music
evolve and develop at a natural pace."
BLUNT Magazine '06.
