THE GLOW

As Jesus sighed the Romans sharpened spears

He asked the Holy Ghost he said "What the hell am I doing here?"

With the hand of Satan they bought a business ain't that nice

Jesus said "Here's to you, Satan" and melted everlasting life in a knife

By the firelight they sand and they turned with a toast

To raise glasses of hearth to the heavenly ghost

A line made of footprints they melted the snow

That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow

The old man coughed the spit froze to his beard

A piss drunk Cassanova wasted from the years

His words were slurred and broken he raised his flask again

He said "To everyone who hrts, give from your own pain."

He was slain

By the trashcan he sighed and he turned with a toast

To raise glasses of pain to the heavenly ghost

A line made of footprints they melted the snow 

That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow

So we dance by the firelight and sing songs of joy

No government can crush our musical toy

No war can kill melodies hovering free

Let the magic of music release you and me

Dave Linantud: Guitars, bass, vocals

Ryan Bowen: Drums

T. Chris Johnson: Fiddle

Produced by Brian Lutz

Mastered by Drew Mazurek

Engineered by Greg Humphries