• The Hymnal EP
  • Before The Wave
  • Hang Your Head
  • Kings Make Slaves
  • Sleepers Eat Lead
  • Psalm
  • Treadmill
  • Blood Is Gold
• Smash To Ashes
  • Feed
  • The Goat
  • Behind The Veil
  • The Hunt
  • Sharpening Knives
  • Settlement
  • Archaeology
  • Thirteen Hands
  • Heaven
  • The Taking Tree
• Winged Wolves
  • She'll Know You
  • Heart Beating
  • 1000 Mysteries
  • Electroplated
  • Church And War
  • Simple Servant
  • Jettison
  • Certain Terms
  • Gunpowder Tea
  • Reception
  • Into The Woods

Circle the city with horns and with boots on. Wait the command and we will
sound the klaxxon. It was determined through a voice and vision, clear as
the midday sun. This is the tempo that we were born from, women and tides
and the stars all work from. As it was written, it hits fruition. Before
beginning it's done. Ramparts will shimmy and shake to the music, sexually
compromised, a structural forfeit. Once we had nothing, now name it: we own
it. All bets are off as we've won.

We hold the keys to Jericho's damned and sorry walls.

Rock to the pulse of the holy artery. Synchronize watches, man the battery.
Sound and power, solidarity: forge a brand new crown. Deafened by machines
of conquest, cancel coroners, cancel inquests. Ring the alarm to the north,
south, east, west; taking Lucifer down. Mark this day with a twelve-span
tower. when in doubt, recall this hour: voltage, decibels, seas of power
wash this wicked town.

We hold the keys to Jericho's damned and sorry walls.