I'm very happy to announce that me and my sister purchased both albums at Kill the 8 and they arrived here today (exactly on our birthday!). I'm listening to Dirty Hands right now. The art is absolutely beautiful and the music is amazing, as we already knew :-). Thank you for making them available on a store that ships worldwide, otherwise we wouldn't be able to purchase them. Keep up the good work! Greetings from Brazil.

I feel myself slipping away. Not any one act of kindness can raise my head up, my shackles bound tight to this mountainside. All the while, thoughts of her plague my mind and I shed not a single tear. If I had had the chance to return things to the way they were before, maybe this would not have happened. Maybe my soul would not be sport for the red crows in my life. . . No man can believe my despair, for none believe its cause. Not even those who claim to be expert, nor those whose lives seemed to be plagued as mine is now. Some laugh and point, while the rest shy away in fear and hatred. My voice is dim, my vision softened. All things at random mix, not for my enjoyment or wonder, but rather for the despair and anguish. My life seems to flash before me in this haze, a sickly yellow and egg whitish mist of stale air and dust. My body cannot remember the touch of grass, nor the taste of water. The feel of warm skin is lost to me; replaced with the cold, hard steel of my bindings. The stone under my feet shows no warmth or kindness, instead bruising my knees and ankles. Although I was innocent when I came to my cell, the life I lived on the inside proved to be my folly and made me worthy of these chains. At one time, I had cellmates to keep my days from turning to death, but now I am once again alone with only memories and echoes of the past I never had. . .

I know that the band has its own lyrics, and that the ideas all come from the johnny's within you, but I wonder if you'd listen to the Johnny in me. Wrath is my mistress. She is my song, my blood. She sings me to sleep; her voice the sound of wailing, and the gnashing of teeth. Despair wraps me in her arms and gives my tired mind rest from the wares of this waking world. She is the wind in the night, and sings with Wrath, while Lust keeps me company in my dreams. She whispers sweet nothings in my mind, binding me to her soul. These sirens three, usher their requiem unto me. Find me not in the light of day, for I hide myself away. In the day, I am forgot and all done to stop me is for naught. In the night, hear me sing whilst I fly on raven's wing.

Just discovered you this eavening, you are amazing!!!

I really wish there was a way to see you guys play at dna lounge in san francisco. I'm just a humble employee there, but I dream.

Great Music! Big Fan! I am wondering if you know when you will get more medium shirts back in stock?

i saw that you guys had a wicked screensaver that had a moth pinned and filmed, on loop, im having trouble finding it, can you help me out optimisticvamp@yahoo.com

Thank you so much and take your time! It really means a lot to me that you commented back. <3