Floating on the tide, bloated and sick, past the point of spoiling.
What despair means to the desperate, the weak and dying.
Roll your bones, strew them at the gates.
Board up the windows.
What fear means to the cowards; the flock in the field, watching for the wolves.
Drag the bodies, and pile them high. Hang the bodies, make sure everyone can see.
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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