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Negative Limited Edition Hand Made Digipak
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
We had some extra CDs leftover from the original run, so we made some extra special digipaks!
Beautiful limited run hand made digipaks. Comes with lyrical booklet and CD. All the art and digipaks were created by our drummer Greg and assembled by the band!
Includes unlimited streaming of Filaments
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Limited Edition Hand Made Digipak
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Beautiful limited run hand made digipaks. Comes with lyrical booklet and CD. All the art and digipaks were created by our drummer Greg and assembled by the band!
Includes unlimited streaming of Filaments
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Sold Out
about
This is a story about a WW2 Flamethrower soldier caught behind enemy lines. He plays possum among his dead fellow soldiers so that he can fly out to get home from an airfield in the distance....that's about it haha I liked the dynamic of the song going from dark to uplifting near the end, I just picture the latter half as the soundtrack of him flying an airplane to see his family again after all the dark things he's had to go through.
lyrics
Never blink an eye as the tears well up again
Labored of breathing
Catapult the Asphalt, You’re ever Vaulting Death
Red Glow of Heathens
Boots imprinted upon this mud encrusted ground
This weathered soldier
Fighting for his own life and never asking why
Rise once again
Dark shadows emanate the sky
Visions of life and bodies lie
Photos of his home, his family smiles
Turned to ash in the whispers of his sigh
Tread On, Flame On, As They Await
Let not, these weapons, decide your fate
The fields, of air, beyond your sight
Be not, encompassed, by the night
Now I Pray
Fly By Day
Never blink an eye as the tears well up again
Labored of breathing
Catapult the Asphalt, You’re ever Vaulting Death
Red Glow of Heathens
Boots imprinted upon this mud encrusted ground
This weathered soldier
Fighting for his own life and never asking why
Rise once again
Laughter heard over hills afar
As feet creep in this door ajar
Lying vacant, their minds are blank
A click of butane will negate their rank
Tread On, Flame On, They Lie Asleep
Been left, for dead, among the heap
All that, he wants, is to go home
Yet now, he stands, on his own
Now I Pray
Fly By Day
As the mind can take no more
No others left from his corps
Horizons are now sunlit
As he climbs in the cockpit
Never blink an eye as the tears well up again
Labored of breathing
Catapult the Asphalt, You’re ever Vaulting Death
Red Glow of Heathens
Boots imprinted upon this mud encrusted ground
This weathered soldier
Fighting for his own life and never asking why
Rise once again
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