Crows gather beaks glisten from my own blood Soulfather Entranced and cast down by The silent ghost Soul travel To walk amoung the dead in high realms Crow father Let us stare into the minds eye His yellow eye Om three eyes, unseen, untold Om Free me from certain death Nothing is safe To feel is the human truth remain in lackluster directing in pain the soul in awe leave nothing Nowhere is safe Volition anchored down Weary of the world Impressions of old wearing out leave nothing
Since 2007, Ortega have been exploring the murky depths of humanity's longing for the horizon. Perilous courses which drag
carcasses ashore, sojourns that tell of the bells that chime on the sands below, collisions of doom, sludge and noise that tell tales of abyssal mankind.
Richard - Vocals & Guitar
Frank - Bass
Alex - Guitar
Sven - Drums
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