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Angels of Enmity

by Storm King

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1.
All systems down It’s out of control. It’s out of our hands No keeper to take the toll Tax the mind. Tax the soul A tax to protect you from crime Defender of truth. Untouched by time Freedoms to the youth Breaking away. Break loose Take charge of our own fate Flesh rips. Blood drips. Death grips Nothing can save us from this We stray. Decay Casting salvation away And now it seems You can throw away your dreams Just so you know How all this hatred grows Suspended in a dream From everything we’ve seen Screen savers fill my eyes Everything has died The acid wave comes down Crushing vision and sound I have landed. Take me home Things you don’t want to know Held by the keeper of shadows Time withered memory The storm of victory Patches of blue sky Veiled by uncertainty Fixed and gray and dead Is what she's whispering
2.
Endless miles on empty Animosity fuel. Catastrophe Wake the sleeping nothing Guilt and stale despondency Riding the last great turmoil New technique outshines the last Nothing but to die for Journey down a timeless path CHORUS: We drift in and out of sleep and love Of consciousness and reasons to try Foolish men think of victory The lost still believe there’s a fight Bleed the new perspective Pitch black dread. Anxiety Hope - the wicked dealer Almost thought I could be free Now in this time of dying Reflective of everything I see all of these equations Don’t add up to anything at all
3.
Wake up in the same place But it’s all different somehow The faces, the stench, the apathy All the same fucking thing Pretentiousness drifts like dead fish And just like before, the stomach turns Who let these people in? Am I not one of them? CHORUS: Something is happening to me I erupt. I self-destruct I wash it all off then I Sweep it back under the rug What’s happening to me? I erupt. I self-destruct I wash it all off then I Sweep it back under the rug The nightmare continues Everyone’s looking for something I don’t think it’s here I’m not sure it’s anywhere, but still… People are lined up around the block To get inside. To get high To get inside her. To get high and mighty I don’t think she has the answer CHORUS OUTRO: The band sounds pretty good They seem to have a way about them They seem to have a way Of getting inside. Getting high Getting inside her. Getting high and mighty Take it home…
4.
Instrumental
5.
Lack Luster 05:04
Harboring resentment for so long I forgot what it’s for Harboring failure Tired and over played Swallowing this hand grenade In full color But so lack luster It’s hard to be positive when All of your failures Put themselves out there In front of your saviors This is so old Bitter and cold In full color But so lack luster Harboring resentment for so long I forgot what it’s for Harboring failure So tired of living in the same tortured life time So tired of living inside of your disease Can’t break the cycle. Can’t break the routine Somebody kill me. Somebody please What am I supposed to live up to? Why am I letting you down again? Can’t break the cycle. Can’t break the routine Somebody kill me. Somebody please… Failure x8
6.
Wallowing 05:14
I'm a shell in myself, shut like a lock Encased in concrete and I will not escape You can try to chip through You can try to get in But I can't promise anything And I don't want you here I've been alone for so long Relapsed so deep I cannot feel anything. I choose not to think Let life pass by. I choose not to care I feel better inside when nobody's there I can't be blamed for my fears When there's no one to save me Down in the mouth, no reason for joy And I find myself slipping CHORUS 1 So I'll wallow in mud. 1,000 degrees Miserable, sick, sad and diseased The demons inside are comparably meek The anger inside, stuffed in so deep CHORUS 2 Wallow in mud (wallowing, wallowing) Wallow in mud (wallowing, wallowing) Wallow in mud (wallowing, wallowing) Wallow... (REPEAT ALL, etc.)
7.
Deadlocked in dreams, we fall from the sky Believe in nothing. Just try not to die Bury ourselves in regret from the past Hope for tomorrow and pray that it lasts Chaos. Infinity. Nothing. Divinity Closing your eyes to see it all Science. Hypotheses. Religion and fallacy Open your eyes or you will fall Push to break to relieve pressure To think to continue to live A purple heart. A crucifix A pentagram. A grain of sand The spiral. The maze. The path of the beam Blueprints of nature. Of man and machine Life and death. Heaven and hell Politics and superheroes Numb like a nuclear bomb. Mundane It doesn't matter anyway Everything is exactly the same Nothing can heal you. No one is saved War and steel mills. Angelic wasteland Bloodstains from a million rounds Awaken the ghosts of destruction It always fucking rains in this town Always fucking rains in this Always fucking rains in this Always fucking rains in this town Iron atrocity. Technical ecstasy Avoidant with vacant stare Maggots on corpses. Violent divorces Children of sorrow. We pray for tomorrow The telescope beams down a thousand miles Taking pictures of decay lurking behind smiles You can't hide your lies from scientists We see it all Peering deep into your nothingness Like jet planes into walls Destroy the diode preventing our emancipation The files have been corrupt Unplug the breaker holding back the liberation The motherboard has been fucked Stop at nothing to key in the override Don't have the knowledge? Then learn Serving the server cannot be the only future It's time to crash and burn Hasten the angels of pain and despair Innocuous consequence The damage is already there
8.

credits

released July 28, 2009

All songs written & performed by Storm King
Produced by Storm King & Dave Piatek
Recorded & Mixed by Dave Piatek
www.davepiatekrecording.com
Mastered by Zach Moore
Cover art & design by Mark Bogacki

STORM KING:
Scott Massie - Vocals
Andy Kichi - Guitar
Adam Weston - Guitar
Mark Bogacki - Bass
Tom D'Andrea - Drums

IV:008 - the Innervenus Music Collective
P.O. Box 81213 | Pittsburgh, PA 15217 | USA
www.innervenus.org

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Progressive death & thrashtastic doom-core.

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