A wicked heart-you've trapped me in words bone dry, these wolves in priests clothing. Wariness is running thick as
mmy breath turns shallow.
They've pulled my last card they who bring the dead season, they've pulled my last card they who bring the lifeless snow.
Deliverance of an endless death, submission for absolution. A voice singing praise in tongues rich with sin now mute.
May these means deliver my nightmares end. Succumbed for a lifetime, let me repose. I could live silent(and blind) these
words forever carved on skin, ill feel you burn with me.
no sleep for us, the sinners
No light for us, the blind.
No hope for us, the wretched.
*this song is simple. Its about making choices to satisfy someone else. Be it the music you listen to, a lifestyle choice,
the god you do or don't decide to praise. Any decision you make is wrong and a form of(in my opinion) suicide,if made for
anyone else but you. Its our choices that define us and when we lose those we are killing ourselves off, mind and heart first.
from
Dead Men, Dead World,
released September 9, 2009
PREACHER
DEAD MEN, DEAD WORLD EP
recorded by: ahren lanfor at the astronauts lounge throughout 2009
produced by: ahren lanfor and preacher
engineered, mixed and mastered by: ahren lanfor
programming by: ahren lanfor
preacher is:
rick plasencia - vocals
kenny wells- guitars, vocals
sean sherman - drums, photography
chris gettman - guitars, vocals
ahren lanfor - bass, synth
track 01 - ascend
track 02 - descend
track 03 - wicked hearts
track 04 - interlude
track 05 - dead men dead world
track 06 - ocean of dust
track 07 - abyssal
track 08 - blackest night
guest drums on the end of blackest night by: brandon devine
guest vocals on dead men dead world by: richard valenta
guest vocals on blackest night by: jeremy bushnell
preacher - copyright 2009