THE ROTTED LYRICS

1. Anarchogram Sun

[MUSIC: Trudgill/Carley, LYRICS: McCrow]

In the beginning there was nothing, no sign of what was coming, and so as it was said it was done.
With the chaos came commotion, a shameless act devoted to the oncoming belief of the Anarchogram Sun...

The winds foretold of changes, a fire inside was raging, the Earth shifted its axis as it spun.
A blinding light forewarned us, a searing heat destroyed us as we witnessed the birth of the Anarchogram Sun...

Dawn of the Anarchogram Sun...

2. Rex Oblivione

[MUSIC: Trudgill/Carley, LYRICS: McCrow]

Obliteration masked by holy smoke.
A lesson in despair, fear evoked.
A dedication undimmed by the fall of man.
An adventure until the killing began.
A history of warfare, a legacy of lies,
too afraid to live, too scared to die...

A legion of souls seek out Elysium.
Lucid thoughts shift to delirium.
At last the day of reckoning arrives.
And even the enlightened wont survive.
Daylight fades to darkness, shadows absorb all light,
too afraid to live, too scared to die...

Obliteration of all that walk the Earth.
A lesson in blind fear, death unfurled.
A desolate land raped by humankind.
A species doomed to failure by design.
The Earth is set to crumble with nothing left behind,
too afraid to live, too scared to die.

3. Surrounded By Skulls

[MUSIC: Trudgill/Gould, LYRICS: McCrow]

Closing the struggle for sense and reason.
Your eyes are wide open but you're still not seeing.
Doomed to fail through the choices you made -
a sentence of death, its yourself you betrayed.
An empty shell set to rot and decay -
pulled from the womb, taken straight to the grave...

Because you're dead, dead, dead is what you are.
Buried underground, you're surrounded by skulls.
Running scared, scared, scared is what you are.
The trophies of your past are nothing but your scars.
Because you're dead, dead, dead is what you are.
You cant see through the shit when your head is up your arse.
Running scared, scared, scared is what you are.
Buried underground, you're surrounded by skulls...

Taking strength from your faith, not reason.
Seeking your solace in a failed religion.
No escape from the oncoming storm -
the self-righteous path leads to hatred and scorn.
Ive seen your hate but there's no time to mourn -
the funeral planned before the child is born...

Because you're dead, dead, dead is what you are.
Buried underground, you're surrounded by skulls.
Running scared, scared, scared is what you are.
The trophies of your past are nothing but your scars.
Because you're dead, dead, dead is what you are.
You cant see through the shit when your head is up your arse.
Running scared, scared, scared is what you are.
Buried underground, you're surrounded by skulls...

A lifetime believing, a wasted existence.
A lifetime surrounded with no resistance.
Accepting your faith, you're the last to know -
reality hits you as you're dragged down below.
Eternal slumber an honor bestowed -
We may have lost heart but we never let go...

Because you're dead, dead, dead is what you are.
Buried underground, you're surrounded by skulls.
Running scared, scared, scared is what you are.
The trophies of your past are nothing but your scars.
Because you're dead, dead, dead is what you are.
You cant see through the shit when your head is up your arse.
Running scared, scared, scared is what you are.
Buried underground, you're surrounded by skulls...

4. Non Serviam

[MUSIC: Carley/Trudgill/Gould, LYRICS: McCrow]

Compliance.
Or choose defiance.
Show no alliance.
You don't have to follow suit...

I will not serve... [4x]

Autonomy.
A self ruled society.
I will choose whats right for me,
and I will do it on my terms...

I will not serve... [4x]

I'm not here to cant or preach.
I'm not here to dictate or teach.
I'm not on a righteous path.
I'm just a witness to the aftermath.
Because I have chosen to reject,
to detach myself and disconnect
from an end that awaits the man
who blindly follows without question...

Fuck the left and fuck the right.
Stand straight, don't fall in line.
No Gods, no laws, no lies until I die...
I'm not the antichrist.
And I'm not an anarchist.
I wont make a difference, but I use my common sense.
I reject the powers that lead this land and remove myself from the bigger plan.
Corruption and power misused - betrayal of many by the few...
Fuck the left and fuck the right.
Fuck your plastic-wrapped McLife.
No Gods, no laws, no lies.
I wont comply...

I will not serve... [8x]

5. Just Add Nauseam

[MUSIC: Trudgill/Gould, LYRICS: McCrow]

Coating our bodies with ashes,
as we dwell in cremation grounds.
A corpse devouring ritual,
breaking the life cycle we are unbound...

Nausea - Shava Samskara!
Nausea - Uattatreya!
Nausea - Shava Samskara!
Nausea - Smashan Tara!

Performing Tamasic rituals,
rejection of the karmic law.
We meditate on bodies from the river,
their limbs are devoured raw...

Nausea - Shava Samskara!
Nausea - Uattatreya!
Nausea - Shava Samskara!
Nausea - Smashan Tara!

We shun acceptance from the living,
residing amongst the dead.
We drink form bowls made of human skulls,
reaching enlightenment...

Nausea - Shava Samskara!
Nausea - Uattatreya!
Nausea - Shava Samskara!
Nausea - Smashan Tara!

6. Entering The Arena Of The Unwell

[MUSIC: Carley/Trudgill/Gould, LYRICS: McCrow]

A pain prolonged - our hunger grows but we still walk on.
The fires still burn - their ashes blocking out the sun...

The Earth remains unmoved by our demise.
The blackened twisted trees reach for the skies.
The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife
as we edge towards the last days of mankind...

The road takes its toll as man reverts to animal.
An instinct to survive - we kill and steal to stay alive...

The Earth remains unmoved by our demise.
The blackened twisted trees reach for the skies.
The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife
as we edge towards the last days of mankind...

Our road will be long, our pain prolonged,
our hunger grows but we still walk on.
The few that remain - disfigured and maimed -
stalk the land for human prey.
They teach us how to die.
Help us lead a more positive death...
A barren world as ash and debris coat the Earth.
A final breath - our journey only leads to death...

The Earth remains unmoved by our demise.
The blackened twisted trees reach for the skies.
The cold upon our skin cuts like a knife
as we edge towards the last days of mankind...

7. The House Of Bedlem

[MUSIC: Trudgill/Gould, LYRICS: McCrow]

("They called me mad, I called them mad, and damned them, they outvoted me."
- Nathaniel Lee (1649 - 1692), playwright and former patient at Bethlem Royal Hospital)

Restrained and manacled, an ashen figure starved of sun.
A place where good men die like dogs.
Confusion so immense that dignity dies a death.
A numbness seeks to rape the soul.
As nervous children weep and mothers cry for their sons,
a futile dream becomes undone...

We dwell in Hell.
We hail The House of Bedlam.
In Hell we dwell.
We hail The House of Bedlam.

Delusions of a life outside these walls to quell the pain,
serenity and calm restored.
A grim reality comes flooding back ferociously,
the horror brought to life once more.
Condemned to a life of agony and solitude.
Where is your God to save my soul?

We dwell in Hell.
We hail The House of Bedlam.
Locked up, confused, we endure this abuse, we hail the House of Bedlam.

Shards of teeth, pools of blood, untold cruelty.
A human mind, a human soul, starved of liberty.
Judged in life, judged in death, forgotten memories.

Moral insanity sentenced indiscriminately,
tormented mortals loose all hope.
Irrational tendencies, demonic abnormalities,
a tortured mind brings no response.
The right of freedom pledged to all of those who blindly follow,
an honor saved for those who serve.

We dwell in Hell.
We hail The House of Bedlam.
In Hell we dwell.
We hail The House of Bedlam.

8. Apathy In The UK

[MUSIC: Carley/Gould, LYRICS: McCrow]

Queuing in the cold since half past four.
Want to be the first ones through the door.
We were eager and young, our journey had just begun.
But we were hungry for more, we'd stay true we swore.

Death Metal, Black Metal, Thrash or Punk,
Hardcore, Grindcore, Doom or Sludge.
To us it was one, DIY was law,
it was the underground and we supported it proud.

Colored vinyl, Gatefold sleeves, Limited editions not MP3s.
The Devil's Church, The Braindead Club, The King's Cross Red Eye, The Standard Pub.

Fanzines, mixtapes, word of mouth and trading demos was soon phased out
for downloading albums in their scores, reducing music to ones and naughts.

Corporate sponsorship on venue walls,
no history of the bands who played before.
"Why go outside when we can sit online and support the scene from behind a screen."
"The world wide web is where we'll convene, making empty threats and arguing"
WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SCENE!???

9. Motörbastärds

[MUSIC: Carley/Trudgill/Gould, LYRICS: McCrow]

If you want to be one of the bastards,
then an open mind will set you free.
The sound of death is all around you,
but its a pretense you can drop in front of me...

Faster, faster, D-Beat Blaster.
Worship the masters - Motörbastärds...
Faster, faster, D-Beat Blaster.
Worship the masters - Motörbastärds...

The worm turned, you think you've found the essence,
but he wants to drink the blood that you bleed.
You've got nothing to prove in my presence,
just be the person you were born to be...

Faster, faster, D-Beat Blaster.
Worship the masters - Motörbastärds...
Faster, faster, D-Beat Blaster.
Worship the masters - Motörbastärds...

Well, I have lived my life sober, and I have lived my life drunk.
I have smelled sweet as roses and I have stank like a skunk.
I have gambled it all on a roll of the dice
and I have risked my freedom with a flick of a knife.

Motörbastärds!!!

10. The Hammer Of Witches

[MUSIC: Carley/Gould, LYRICS: McCrow]

To appease the Devil through atrocities.
The cleansing of all evil through hypocrisy.
A persecution growing.
A sacrifice well chosen.
The hammer of the witches,
the door to hell we've opened...

As we stare into the sun,
reaching out with open arms,
a new age has begun,
another war that we've won...

A victim of the system,
a scapegoat damned to hell.
The lions den we've entered,
arena of the unwell.
A rite of passage followed.
A circle of the soulless.
The hammer of the witches,
a new age upon us...

As we stare into the sun,
reaching out with open arms,
a new age has begun,
another war that we've won...
[2x]

Unforgettable now, unforgivable then,
killers that still walk among men.
Forgotten horrors hidden away,
the final truth taken to the grave.
The madness of a traumatized man,
the arrogance of the guilty hand.
A fate that's sealed without a trial.
The death kuell sounds through the land.

11. Put Me Out Of Your Misery

[MUSIC: Carley/Gould, LYRICS: Trudgill]

[The band refuses to publish lyrics for this song. Apparently due to their bleak and depressive nature]







THE ROTTED LYRICS