Burning flesh, rain of death, smell of blood hangs in the air.
No sight through the trees, the sound of whirling blades, brings me to my knees.
Fear strikes us all, as the light begins to fade, Hueys up high, panicked screams, smoke fills the sky.
Who sent us here? To fight those who don't want us here.
Where are they now? The deathly shadows of fear.
To war we will ride, brutality, means to an end.
Black smoke and thunder, bring down the last of the giants.
To war we will ride, through Napalm Hellfire!
They come from all around, they knew we were here, we can't escape what we cannot see.
Invisible hunters, come to rid their land of, unwanted invaders.
Why are we here?
Agent Orange, falling from the air.
Leaving only bright futures ahead.
Agent Orange, creeper of death.
Agent Orange, bringer of nightmares.
As darkness falls, shaking in terror, we quietly pray to see another day.
With a flash and a bang, it starts over again, riding into battle, through Napalm Hellfire!
1... 2... 1, 2, 3, 4!
Here we go, one last time, we're coming home, in a big black bag,
Through Napalm Hellfire!!!
Music made by Jimi C. (Jim Arkham). Over the last 18 years or so I have written quite a lot of songs (60+) I never recorded
anything, just kept it all in my head for years. Until now. The long arduous process of recording this extensive back-catalog has begun! My recording/software skills are very basic, but I'm doing my best! Stay tuned....more
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022