Caligula's Horse - A Gift To Afterthought OFFICIAL HD

Buy The Tide, the Thief & River's End from www.welkinrecords.bigcartel.com www.welkinrecords.bandcamp.com iTunes, or good record stores Credits: Adrian Goleby - Camera Operator/Director of Photography/Editor Sam Vallen - Director/Producer Leah Embury - Camera Operator/Runner Stef Vallen - BTS/Camera Operator/Runner Eric Jinks - Projectionist/Gaffer/Visual FX Will Hunter - Lighting Designer/Gaffer Filmed at The New Globe Theatre, Brisbane www.thenewglobetheatre.com Caligula's Horse is: Jim Grey - Lead Vocals Zac Greensill - Guitar Geoff Irish - Drums Dave Couper - Bass & Vocals Sam Vallen - Guitar & Everything Else They found the prison doors unlocked, but with freedom moments away, Acamar paused... and returned to the dark. His voice echoed through the hall. “For the others. For the children.” Here and now it ends We don't remember the first crack But we will all recall the flood There go the edges son, but just you wait I never thought that we would go this way We stand at the edge and watch the whole world crash around our feet This is more than each of us This will be the end of us now, I swear it Believe me Just one word And welcome home was all we heard Through bars we built ourselves They'd already won Just one word And welcome home the empty herd She always said "I won't believe it - You've found your voice, now let me hear it!" We left the tyrant, now undone Drowning at his river's end We turned our feet to run The words had called us, son We knew the world could end by just one Just one word And welcome home was all we heard Through bars we built ourselves They'd already won Just one word We should have known The empty herd She always said that we would soon forget But there's one word left in the box yet As stone turns to dust around us This gift to afterthought brings her own weaknesses Opening the prison door comes as no consolation to us standing here at the end There go the edges, son We stand at the edge and watch the whole world crash around our feet This is more than each of us This will be the end of us now, I swear it Believe me Just one word And welcome home was all we heard Through bars we built ourselves They'd already won Just one word And welcome home the empty herd She always said "I won't believe it - You've found your voice, now let me hear it!" Hope When the world is quiet, just a whisper breaks your rest An unfamiliar sun brings a brief and welcome blindness. For some, the first taste of warmth in the longest time. For Acamar... bathing in the light brought memories of many years before. 60 years... was it 70? In the dark, the days would bleed together. Blunted nails carved his own epitaph generations earlier...