I have made a little promise.
It's the light, the shoulder blades too sharp to touch.
I put on my best clothes and spin around and around,
I draw his image in the dirt in my bed.
Not far away, but too far to touch.
To feel your final fever;
To measure every gain and every loss;
Reaping what you sow; so what?
You will ride separate rails to the end.
This album introduced me to Thou. At first I was disappointed that this was a one-off thing, but over time I warmed up to them. Now, they are probably my #1 favorite metal band of all time! Hedge Earthridge
Wandering down a neglected church isle, along a forgotten pew, laying on the cold hardwood, covered in dust and webs sits the manifest for the ides of grunge. The lost art of brutal beauty and the keeper of your brothers shadow. Thou shall not stray from the path for Thou is the path!! Justinuff