Ground zero, where the sun fell to Earth and sand and dust now make the sky. We burned the back of each hand, the dust of us carried away.
As children of men turned to ash dug out places to rest, I dream of when fire kissed them once, and lead their souls safely away.
Left waiting, dropped to our knees the hand of war grasping our eyes; It’s grip pulsing in time with the drops on our heads.
There are eyes, stuck burning my mind, irises charcoal and death reflecting that colour on skin waving like flags in the wind.
I see them every day, in the black rain.
There are eyes stuck burning my mind, irises charcoal and flame reflecting the king on his throne daring us, begging us to move.
I see them every day, in the black rain
from I Have Seen Death
released January 27, 2017
Recorded by Mark Perry 2014
Mixed by Matt Cook and Mark Perry 2016
Mastered by Dan Randall @ Mammoth Sound Mastering, California 2016
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