Indians to Nomads

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Lines in the sand. Points pivoting in equilateral distances.
Raise ruins made of glass, there is no oasis here.

Visions of our demons disappear from this hell.
Send me your Goliath, bring him down to his knees.
Visions of ne'er-do-wells disappear from the earth.
Send me your age old ghosts as they fade into graves.
I will cast the first stone.
This temple will stand as a monument.

This blood soaked stone is a reminder that built this empire and stands as a trophy.

History repeats itself.

Entrenching instability has me focused on this downfall.
The towers have fallen over. This silence has never felt so familiar.

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from Southern Discomfort, released May 30, 2012

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Camarilla Knoxville, Tennessee

Camarilla formed in late 2010 in a small basement in Knoxville, Tennessee. Throughout the winter the songs of Vista Blanca came together, and were recorded in the spring. Since then they have played a handful of shows appealing to all sorts of crowds around East TN. With being compared to such acts as Botch, Former Thieves, & Touche Amore the high energy and raw emotion is sure to bring anyone in. ... more

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