Demo (2010)

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released September 10, 2010

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Benny Hernandez. Bass.
Gabriel Perez. Guitar.
Jessica Skolnik. Synth.
Julien Cabrera. Drums.
Keelan McMorrow. Vocals

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Track Name: Croatoan
Sowing seeds, we’ll never forget
Just casting fortunes to the ignorant.
The plots divided, the plot thickens;
Carving their futures from the wilderness.
Dark shadows, a dark visage
The darkness sets a precedent.

Building a village, civilization
Divide and conquer in a savage land.
The natives watching, the natives talking
The natives plan to take it back.
Croa-to! Croa-to! Croatoan.

A rising steeple, a rising people
The holy cross will secure this land.
Their drums are sounding,
our hearts are pounding;
Forsake the smell of the burning flesh.
Dark shadows, a dark visage
The darkness sets a precedent.

Croa-to! Croa-to! Croatoan.
That’s all it Said.
Track Name: Nightfall
Pleasures always pass, nothing's made to last
Still the songs are sweet, lying in the sheets

Pupils once were burning red, fading photographs instead
Always yearning for the light; darkness stole your second sight

Burdens crumble to the past; listless, thirsting for a rest
Silence seems forever sweet, when the thoughts are buried deep

No one, suddenly I see no one
At last I see, but there’s no one
Here, the night falls.
No one, turn around but there’s no one
Reaching out, but there’s no one
Now, the night falls.

We won’t speak, we’ll all fall
The last fete, curtain call
We won’t speak, the words stalled, the sound’s sweet
The last fete, curtain call, the white sheet

We’re falling, into the night
Moths drawn into the light
Darkness burns forever bright

I’m falling, my destiny as man
Please, hold onto my hand
I know we’ll never land

No one, suddenly I see no one
At last I see, but there’s no one
Here, the night falls.
No one, turn around but there’s no one
Reaching out, but there’s no one
Now, the night falls.