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The official music video from ORCA, released September 8, 2023 under Tower of Doom Music. Credits: Artist: Zoren Fernandez Ar. Angelou Luis Sibal Laurence Martin Sanchez Francisco Hernandez Production: ORCA Written By: ORCA Director of Photography: Zoren Fernandez Edited by: In Via Videography VFX by: In Via Videography Color grading: In Via Videography Production Designer: Zoren Fernandez Production Manager: Zoren Fernandez Assistant Director: Katherine Fernandez Produced by: Zoren Fernandez Special mention: Dr. Joanne Blanco, Ms. Jam, Karen Gonzales & Jam Production Staff: Red Redelicia, Karen Gonzales & Jam Camera crew: In Via Videography Behind the scene: Dr. Joanne Blanco, Jam, Karen Gonzales, Red Redelicia & Katherine Fernandez Directed by: Zoren Fernandez Special Thanks to: Finite Fam & Tower of Doom Audio Recorded at Tower Of Doom Studios Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Symoun Durias of Tower Of Doom Check out ORCA's Facebook page and get the latest updates on her latest releases! / orcamusicph / towerofdoommusic / towerofdoom https://www.towerofdoom.net LYRICS: A wall between me and heaven, A welcome banner from hell But I am never weary of what it holds for me Or what it could have been. Down with my face sank into the mud I've ceased to exist, lost into the crowd Been chasing shadows down the alleys of my empty heart I light my fire to find my own way back. Guide my tired soul back home, to you. Cause this time, I lay myself surrendered My eleventh hour. Can't win the race with a dying light But in the end, I know, my path was right I was led by a man with a blinded sight. All I have left are my bones, too charred to keep. All that is dear shall be gone. Just a memory. Snow had fallen, snow on snow. In the bleak midwinter, a long ago. I grind my bones to turn each stone You raise yourself to grace just to be alone. Guide my tired soul back home, to you. Cause this time, I lay myself surrendered My eleventh hour. These strings bind no more, my body ceases to fall Until the very end, I cling myself to blind faith just waiting to be saved.