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One Of These Days
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No Sleep Til Death
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Death of Heathen Gods
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released on High Anxiety Records www.highanxiety416.blogspot.com
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released 01 November 2010
NIGHTBRINGER are LEN (Vocal) ANDY (Guitar, Chorus) IAN (Bass, Painting) GRAHAM (Drums)
LOUD RECORDING at BOTTOM OF THE LAKE by JC VOCAL, MIX and MASTER at BLACKFEATHER by CLIFTON, FINISHED 2.2010
BIKES SOUND - JULIA’s 1984 HONDA VF500F and IAN’s 2003 KAWASAKI Z1000 LABEL
PHOTOS by AMANDA ZEE.
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER - C. COLOHAN THANKS TO THEM
NIGHTBRINGER are LEN (Vocal) ANDY (Guitar, Chorus) IAN (Bass, Painting) GRAHAM (Drums)
LOUD RECORDING at BOTTOM OF THE LAKE by JC VOCAL, MIX and MASTER at BLACKFEATHER by CLIFTON, FINISHED 2.2010
BIKES SOUND - JULIA’s 1984 HONDA VF500F and IAN’s 2003 KAWASAKI Z1000 LABEL
PHOTOS by AMANDA ZEE.
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER - C. COLOHAN THANKS TO THEM
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Jul 01Paris, France
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Apr 2012 -
Jun 2011 -
Nov 2010 -
Oct 2009 -
Mar 2009
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- Track Name: One Of These Days
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The impetuous nature of youth gives way
To the urgency of passing days
The fire would have burned out long ago
Had the fuel stayed the same
Knowing, not knowing, knowing how little I seem to know
Right now is all I have to show
The sun hangs red on the horizon
Marking the end of another day
Everything we worked and strived for
Seems to slip so easily away
All the days that have gone past
Fade to traces of salt and ash
And tomorrow's one cold certainty
Is that one of them will be my last
I don't know what tomorrow will bring,
But I never rest assured of one thing
One of these days will be the end of me - Track Name: No Sleep Til Death
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Inhale, the night begins
Sweat drenches us in what they call sin
What some men fear most lives within
No need for lies or questioning
No rest at all in sleepless nights, through sleepless nights
No rest at all in sleepless nights, no sleep till death
Gentle touch or hardest thrust
Raw desire feedbacks through us
Leave their wrong and right, rely on trust
Hearts beating blood in love or lust
No rest at all in sleepless nights, through sleepless nights
No rest at all in sleepless nights, no sleep till death - Track Name: Death of Heathen Gods
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I stormed the gates of heaven
And found no one on the throne.
And so was exiled to wander in the wilderness alone.
And the caverns of Hell held no fear at all,
Their legions had long mingled freely with mankind.
The old symbols had all been stolen,
With new names fitting modern times.
What hope is left to roam these lands,
To search for any left alive,
When I know not their language,
Their rituals lost to time?
I stormed the gates of heaven
And found their god was gone,
Despite all those converted
By the sword and by the crown.
But the same was true of the ancient halls
Of the European tribes.
For those old gods too were exiled
To the wilderness to die.
What hope is left to roam these lands,
To search for any left alive,
When I know not their language,
Their rituals lost to time?
Old gods all condemned to death.
Old ways there is nothing left.
Just as that water still flows down in streams,
Just as that blood still flows in my veins,
Just as the water still flows down in streams.
Old gods all condemned to death
Always there is something left
