LIVE REPORT: Static Dress, Black Coast, Return to Solace, Invasion at Riff Factory, Stoke-on-Trent
Made by musicians, for musicians.
Made by musicians, for musicians.
I am a man, tough as the land, built to endure, built to withstand.
“Can you feel that soil covering your coffin?”
Faith divides us, death unites us.
We’re not meant to die with the inside unknown.
Even through the darkest days, this fire burns, always
I wanna burn through the atmosphere, soar like a meteor tonight.
You’ve had a thousand lives, now you’re down to one.
Above the sands of time its shadow is cast again, the monolith returns demanding passage.