Attend our debut show @ Parliment 2, Saturday April 25th
We are a post emotional hardcore band out of Ottawa, ON made up of four members. Drums, Bass, Guitar and Violin. A band brought together by overcoming fate.
From the soil of a world characterized only by self obsession. A place where heaven cannot reach. The unnamed stand, no longer afraid, now at it's edge: amongst the white flowers.
The wind casts upwards towards the trees. The intuitive look up. Stars strung like street lamps yet with out the din of a highway. They trace dying stars with their hands.
A dark red flash and a heartbeat. This time it was not a reminder. Even with this terminal illness, darkness has only went for the wounded's neck. In constant threat to life, no, they have survived.
The call is a feint/faint three chord melody. Do * La * Re. The call only ever asks for forgiveness. The romantic knows how to love deeply, but an act not blind. They have already left their severed hand by being themselves.
Heaven will some day reach the warrior. If they can only decipher its meaning. They will only get one chance, so the warrior learned how to sing. A blade that can cut the sun in half is a sunset.
You are misunderstood. Through sheer will you create. Not to reach the crown but to escape white flowers. It's time you made your own accent...
The Accent
Arm yourselfImagine a white box. Sharpen your will and direct your intent. What do you see?
You have been gifted with magic. Your burden is everything you cast.
Accept your painful [ blessing ]
You are given a gun. Few people actually know its purpose.
Accept its [ responsibility ]
You have been given bandages.
Wraps from folded angel wings. You've seen suffering and wish to give it a home. Your intuition is high, demons cannot find their way to you.
You have been named a coward, your weapon is only your lies.
† climb again
You are gifted a great sword in the form of a knife, you know the power of blood.
Make the [ cut ]
Winds whisper to you and you always find yourself amongst the trees.
The earth blesses you with a bow.
You are in good company. It's because who you are.
Focus your strength into a point and take [ aim ].
I have spent all my time giving names to the stars.
Naming angels is: morisuki, kita, pict0, aloofsand, and sometimes our friends!
A band planning for battle in the walls of Citizens' Militia, manifest from what makes up the thirdculture collective.
Demos soon! Catch us at our debut here!
Right now you can reach us at: moridori (at) disroot (dot) org