Severed Fifth - Forgotten Heroes

Severed Fifth are an innovative new metal band based in Oakland, California that are not only delivering a solid burst of metal, but are hell bent on changing the music industry while doing so. Founded by Jono Bacon in 2008, Severed Fifth blends together Bay Area thrash with British metal, all the while infusing their wide range of influences, and delivering a tight, competent, rhythmic attack that has a constant heavy undertone. If you like metal, you are going to like Severed Fifth. Severed Fifth is not just another metal band though, but they are changing how the music industry works. Led by founder Jono Bacon's philosophy, Severed Fifth make all their music freely available under a permissive license, helping to bring their fans closer to the band, and encouraging fans to use Severed Fifth content in their own creative work. Severed Fifth's vision is a music industry that is fairer for bands and fans. To make this vision possible, Severed Fifth are growing a global community called the Severed Fifth Street Team that is advocating the band, producing content, and helping to make this vision a reality. Everyone is welcome. Join us. find out more at www.severedfifth.com Music and lyrics by Jono Bacon Beyond the ashes, beyond the ground, Beyond the rain, beyond the clouds, Inside the trenches, my brothers they would be, Protect the way in which we're free, They took them away from me, As I step into our home, their wives in black in white are gone, Drifted memories, the past in which we bleed, Sacrificed by rage, pawns in forgotten war, Trapped inside these hills, a story that goes on, and on, and on, Lives that should been, the fathers pride at their children's dream, Forgotten heroes in a world in which they freed. And now I'm back here, on a path that I once tread, Machines of war stood still, beside the dead, The trees are calm, I feel the dew it coat my face, Hands chilled, birds sing for the first time in this place, But the memories are real, And I still can feel the pain, Laid awake at night, I see my brothers my slain, And now I stand here where they lay, Sacrificed by rage, pawns in forgotten war, Trapped inside these hills, a story that goes on, and on, and on, Lives that should been, the fathers pride at their children's dream, Forgotten heroes in a world in which they freed. Solo: Jono Bacon Solo: Jim Adams Solo: Jono Bacon Solo: Jim Adams