7 Strangers ride across the Barren Desert, their machines hissing and smoking, the guns on their hip gleaming unnaturally in the light of the setting Sun. Spotlights shine and Neon glows from the city that awaits them towards the horizon.

Across The Desert We Ride With Guns

Our 7 Strangers breach the borders of the City, blinded by the artificial light. Strange symbols bathed in electric glow, yellowed street lamps, and people in tattered clothes cover the streets as the Strangers search for The Architect.

Speeding Through Neon

Open Trap Night

We're Born With Guns.

Please check out our debut album at bornwithguns.bandcamp.com .