Vocals: | Winston McCall |
Guitars: | Jeff Ling |
Guitars: | Luke Kilpatrick |
Bass: | Jia O'Connor |
Drums: | Ben Gordon |
Their voices search for me through the darkness, yet I feel desire’s cold grip upon my heart no more. My solitude. My shield. My armour. Tested with full force. I have seen the face of death and I choose not to accept its form. I have seen the face of death. An army of demons summoned forth, upon this endless night they swam. The fire in their eyes, like new Suns shine through the abyss. I taste the fear. I see the weakness in their eyes. They cannot hide as I devour all. As the mountains crack and the oceans boil, a fury-tempered heart is forged. Within the flames, this current of corruption will cease. I taste the fear. I see the weakness in their eyes. They cannot hide as I devour all. An army of demons summoned forth. Upon this endless night they swam. The fire in their eyes, like new Suns shine through the abyss. I have seen the face of death. I have seen the face of death and I choose not to accept its form. My solitude. My shield. My armour. Tested with full force. Their voices search for me through the darkness, yet I feel desire’s cold grip upon my heart no more.
In the kitchen of the Byron Bay home of Winston McCall stands a refrigerator, adorned on one side by a quote from Tom Waits: "I …