In the year of the villain
In the season of revenge
In the hour of spirits broken
I marked a man for death

My heart beat loud like thunder
As I stalked him in the crowd
They gave a shout as I raised my gun
and shot that bastard down

And I’d do it again
Oh my lord
You know I’d do it again
He had to end
Oh my lord 
You know I’d do it again

My father broke his back last May
And went on working still
He had to earn 4 weeks of pay
To pay one doctor’s bill

I ain’t got no problem
With making a bit of bread
As long as you ain’t robbing
Or leaving people dead

Should one man have the power
To save another’s life – then
rent it back by the hour
What a wicked enterprise 

And they’ll do it again
They’d do it again
You know they’d do it again
Oh yes my friend
They’d do it again
They’d do it again
You know that they’d do it again 

Murderers in mansions
Richer by the day
Holding lives for ransom
And my father couldn’t pay

The law says they’re all innocent
‘Cause my dad took his own life 
But I know it’s no different
than if they held the knife

As my enemy lay dying
I dropped my gun and ran
And I went into to hiding 
So I could strike again

In the year of the penitent 
In the season of the saint
Perhaps things will be different
But I ain’t gonna wait

And I’ll do it again

I'd Do It Again

Ae love song about never wanting to let go of a lost loved one who moved on.

Dreaming, That We Are Still In Love

[Verse 1]

He passed a man sleeping on the ground
On his way to church, in his suit and crown
Dropped a check in the plate, said a practiced prayer
But never saw the pain lying right there

[Chorus]

I don't need a pew to pray
Don’t need a plate to give away
I’ve found God in dirty hands
Helping out my fellow man
So if I give, let it be real
Not out of guilt, but what I feel
Don’t count my tithes or time I’ve stayed—
Love ain’t measured by what you’ve paid

[Verse 2]

You can't buy your way to heaven’s door
It’s not a fee, it’s something more
Ten percent like a holy tax
A ritual that faith can’t mask

He prayed at noon like checking a box
Then locked his gate, ignored the knocks
But God’s not hiding in a steeple high—
He walks the street, looks you in the eye

[Chorus]

I don't need a pew to pray
Don’t need a plate to give away
I’ve found God in dirty hands
Helping out my fellow man
So if I give, let it be real
Not out of guilt, but what I feel
Don’t count my tithes or time I’ve stayed—
Love ain’t measured by what you’ve paid

[Verse 3]

I’ve seen churches feed and shelters rise
Hearts made whole under sacred skies
But giving ain’t just rows and songs
It’s what you do when the crowd is gone

[Bridge]

Don’t tell me faith is polished shoes
Or bills dropped in a velvet pew
It’s love you give with no receipt
And kindness growing like a seed

[Final Chorus]

I don't need a pew to pray
Don’t need a plate to give away
I’ve found grace in lending hands
Feeding hope where no one stands
So if I give, let it be real
The kind of love that makes wounds heal
Plant the good, let mercy lead—
What we give becomes the seed

The Offering

Freezing

Freezing (Better with Laci) [feat. Laci Kaye Booth]

We’ve all done it — smiled through something that was slowly breaking us.
This song is about the version of ourselves we put on display: the curated smile, the polished posts, the moments we present while hiding everything else.
But behind that lens, there’s pain, pressure, and a desperate need to be seen for real.
Smile for the Camera is one of the most personal songs on the album — where the line “Nobody knows what I bury in songs” says what couldn’t be said out loud.

Smile for the Camera

Every Second Counts

What’s left

Just a Dream

A full moon, a bad decision, and a very sharp surprise.
“It Was Only a Little Prick” is a tongue-in-cheek folk-rock romp about love, lycanthropy, and unfortunate entanglements with a spiky companion. Playful, irreverent, and just the right amount of wrong.

It was only a little Prick

Under Block Light drifts through late-night tower council block silence — the flicker of a stairwell bulb, the echo of footsteps on wet concrete. It’s a song about waiting, watching, and growing up in the glow of sodium lamps and nothing-much-to-do.

With sparse guitar, harmonica haze, and raw, low vocals, Fallow and Fade capture the mood of a thousand northern nights — where the streetlights buzz, but the world stands still.

Under Block Light

I believe, O Lord, in Your resurrection, I believe, O Lord, in Your victory won.

Wolf of Borg – AI Music Without Limits

Alas its a sad day for me. Due to continued issues with soundcloud, I am moving to United Masters for all of my releases. Soundcloud have already warned me that they will be deleting all my music, but It will have been released before that happens. Honestly, if you are intending to release music, I'd look elsewhere, Soundcloud are prescriptive and stifle creativity. Their Customer service is virtually inaccessible, unhelpful, and unable to resolve issues. They actively hinder creators instead of supporting them.

Wolf of Borg... Still Creating... Still releasing, just not through SoundCloud... I'll just take my 200,000 streams elsewhere ;)