Uploaded March 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Been awhile since I've done one and this is the toughest minute of vocals on our music! Hope you enjoy, stay metal \m/
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CREDITS
VOCALS Produced and Mixed by Jacob Hansen - https://sites.google.com/view/jacobha...
Lyrics & Concepts by Austin Dickey
Video by Jacob Hansen
Logo by Jake Clark
LYRICS:
Growing inside; the pain we feel.
Brings a usurp of our ideals.
Belittled past; self locked up in this place, surrounded by forever, but you got a clean plate.
(GET OUT!)
Be it by mind or be it by soul, molded by time to fear the Council!
Death forwarding!
Death to the council that hanged our devotions to dry!
Eeah!
Burst apart the busts of men immortaled by the crimes of then.
Shadow self; we die one thousand deaths…
Been awhile since I've done one and this is the toughest minute of vocals on our music! Hope you enjoy, stay metal \m/
Order Dope Dark Watch Merch Today! darkwatchband.com
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/28hyhR...
Follow for more music!
Other Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYG_b...
Dark Watch Facebook:
/ darkwatchband
Dark Watch Instagram:
/ darkwatchband
Subscribe to Jacob:
/ jacobrareco. .
Instagram/TikTok: @jacobracommander
CREDITS
VOCALS Produced and Mixed by Jacob Hansen - https://sites.google.com/view/jacobha...
Lyrics & Concepts by Austin Dickey
Video by Jacob Hansen
Logo by Jake Clark
LYRICS:
Growing inside; the pain we feel.
Brings a usurp of our ideals.
Belittled past; self locked up in this place, surrounded by forever, but you got a clean plate.
(GET OUT!)
Be it by mind or be it by soul, molded by time to fear the Council!
Death forwarding!
Death to the council that hanged our devotions to dry!
Eeah!
Burst apart the busts of men immortaled by the crimes of then.
Shadow self; we die one thousand deaths…










