Listen now to an exclusive track from Woe Of Tyrants on our MySpace profile. Entitled "Soli Deo Gloria" the song comes from the band’s second full-length album "Kingdom Of Might", which was released through Metal Blade Records on January 6th, 2009 in the US. Listing "Soli Deo Gloria" as one of the songs he’s most proud of on the album, vocalist Chris Catanzaro explains: "The first track after the instrumental is “Soli Deo Gloria,” which is Latin. I actually borrowed that from Johann Sebastian Bach. He used to put that at the end of every one of his pieces that he wrote, which means “to you alone the glory.” To me, I look around and I see a lot of evidence of a creator. To me, that song was pointing out in respect of that. I can’t make water, I can’t make grass grow - all the stuff that is perfectly set-up and perfectly designed. It’s very impressive, so respect-wise, that’s why I really feel that song." For a complete overview and information on "Kingdom Of Might" check out our album presentation by clicking the banner below!

 

 

 

 

 

Look to the sky for the evidence, breath of the wind chilling every cord on my spine. In this instant, I’m taken atop the world. The burning of buildings and houses beneath never reaches the lowest of stars. It’s a fallacy to think that the world stops at us. These towers don’t seem so tall, when compared to the galaxies of the universe. In it’s ever changing beauty, we take notes; on how to paint, of what to sing, it’s manifold. A fleeting world is rotting right before our eyes, the chances of restoring beauty ever-slowly dies. Day, turns to night, back to light, with no help from mankind. And then light shines our way to all fortune. I’ll take a ticket to be by Your side, for this mystery will not suffice. There is more to what we see than what we know. There’s room for growth. And with a flash, the earth will shake, and be sure that everyone will fall. It can’t combat the violence which feeds off of the world. Mountains can stare, as every building falls on top of all of us. Everything we make, everything we dream, every ounce of beauty seen, brings a glimmer of hope, for what is on the other side of the sky. The color it comes from above, and surrounds every one. Infusing us with light. Deep in the corners they wait, these dire forces intend to invade. Slowly fading to magical places, where the color is no more. What’s in the garden? Now it waits. Mind not the delusions. It’s never too late to reconvene, slowly, as words keep us growing. Relationships forged in gold. What’s in the garden? Now it waits. Mind not the delusions. It’s never too late.