The Night Cometh

by Neurobox

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There’s a rumor through the mill that a fever is in the air.
Now our house is on fire off the ashes of a witch’s black hair.
We are cold. We are damned. We are Pagans from the sand. Beware.
Do as told or be punished,
For the night cometh my friends.

Tell the bastards I am here for blood.
Fortunes are made through unfortunate pain..so what!

Well I wish you good health and maybe not so much wealth next life.
There are babies in the sky parachuting on your dime tonight.
They are cold. They are crammed. They are a human dam...oh my!
Do as told or be punished,
For the night cometh my friends.

Tell the bastards I am here for blood.
Fortunes are made through unfortunate pain..so what!

I was told there’d be fire a burning desire for pain.
I was told there’d be famine, can you even imagine the strain.
I was told there’d be riddles dressed in thousands of missiles...hurray!
I was told there’d be pressure, an enormous amount of pressure, this way....

Tell the bastards I am here for blood.
Fortunes are made through unfortunate pain..so what!

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released December 15, 2020
Music by Neurobox

Vocals, Guitars, Keys by K'noup
Drums by Hiram Rosario
Lyrics by K’noup

Additional Guitars by Yury Anisonyan
Bass by Yury Anisonyan

Produced by K’noup
Co-Produced by Yury Anisonyan

Recorded and mixed by Yury Anisonyan at Live Wire Studios, Northern Hollywood, CA
Mastered by Andy VanDette at Engine Room Audio, NYC

Artwork by Alex Zablotsky

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Started in 1995. Defined in 2000. Disbanded in 2006. Reformed in 2020.

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