Grind (OurVinyl Sessions)

Cole Chaney - Grind | OurVinyl Sessions

100% Cowboy

Coal River

Wyoming

Get out of My Way

Pawns in my Playbook

When the twin moons of Epsilon Ridge burn red, the law rides in black.

Marshal Kane Vale of the Black Comet, a sort of intergalactic marshals, was once a name whispered with respect across the outer systems. An enforcer of justice where no law survived. But when a forged bounty leads him to destroy an innocent town, the hunter becomes the hunted.

Now, wounded and haunted by the ghost of his deputy, Kane waits in the ashes of Latchkey for his own kind to bring judgment. In the void, there’s no mercy—only the creed he once swore to uphold:

“When the stars forget, we remember.”

A space-western tragedy of guilt, fire, and redemption.
Ashfall on Epsilon Ridge is the final ride of a lawman who learns that even justice casts a shadow.


Lyrics

Morning came pale on Epsilon sand,
Ship in the sky, rifle in hand.
Two riders stepped through the drifting soot,
Said my name like it still meant good.

Told me I broke what couldn’t mend,
That justice don’t forgive old friends.
So I dropped my badge and said my prayer,
“Tell the stars I’ll meet them there.”

Ashfall, ashfall, let the dust decide,
No saints left out on the borderline.
If heaven calls, I’ll take the stand,
One last echo of the starbrand.

Wind cuts deep through the graves we made,
Every oath is a blade we trade.
I drew first, they drew fast,
The sky lit red, and the moment passed.

Ashfall, ashfall, end of the flame,
They’ll write my sin but forget my name.
The stars won’t care, they never planned—
To save the dust or the starbrand.

Lightning

Whiskey Myers