Jagged Vision - Harvest Earth

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All lyrics by Ole Urke Wik except Spiritual invasion, by Ole Urke Wik and Phillip Cope
Additional vocals by: Glenn Reaper (No Peace), Hallgeir S. Enoksen (Path of Bones),
Phillip Cope (Spiritual Invasion)
Artwork by: Christoffer Jaarviken and Glenn Flesjaa
Layout by Laura Pleasants for Retro Futurist Records

Made possible by: BANDORG, Stavanger Kommune, Sandnes Kommune Thank you: Phillip Cope, Jay Matheson, Retro Futurist Records, Greg Slattery, Hallgeir S. Enoksen, Glenn Reaper,
Anders Mosness, Dag Erik Nygaard, Christoffer Jaarviken, Glenn Flesjå, Lena Østerhus, Morten Serigstad, Ole Nymoen, Trine Salvesen, Kjetil Brandsdal, Marthe H. Norheim, Martha Lyse,Kenneth Knutsen, Erlend Færevåg, Ole Gard Varhaug, Purified in Blood, Overthrow, Friends, Family, and all the people who have helped us out in any way.

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released 01 January 2014

Recorded at The Jam Room Recording Studio by Phillip Cope and Jay Matheson between June 4-19, 2012
Produced by Phillip Cope
Recording engineers: Jay Matheson, Phillip Cope
Mastered by Dag Erik Nygaard at Bergen Lydstudio.
All songs written by Ole Urke Wik; all arrangements by Jagged Vision except Spiritual Invasion, by Jagged Vision and Phillip Cope

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Track Name: Trapped Forever
As time flies me by like flies to a grave I block out the signs of a future not yet made I catch no reflection in stained glass Ripe is the fruit of our failure Harvest our sins in fields of blood
Forests burn in secret Creatures put to sacrifice Block by block we build our prison Caught in endless hell arisen Cold is the touch of hatred That runs wide in every street
I have no fear for my enemies Their fate is mine to meet