We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

Anywhere you look, all there's to see is grief, this putrid grave is all they have to hold. Filled with dismal air, this filth is what they’ve earned. For the character they've shown, this torture will never be lifted; their lesson can never be learned. Every gift they were given, they burned. For squandering all this, they will be mangled. There's no escape from justice. Never in their worst nightmares could they imagine the horrors they behold. The sky will endlessly rain a putrid waste. Amongst the rancid dirt, there sits a monstrous beast who's only will is to reduce them to a paste. His incessant claws, they will never cease. They are all left to rot in disgrace, just as they lived. They will see no end to their meaningless lives, with the agony in which they now writhe. They have become the rotting garbage, they've surrounded themselves with. Their flesh begins to decay, as they slowly seep through the ground beneath their feet. Their final judgment is something they still await, they disgracefully long for their fate.

credits

from Through Hell And Back, released December 22, 2012

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Against The Archaic image

Against The Archaic Austin, Texas

contact / help

Contact Against The Archaic

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Against The Archaic, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Saxophonist Isaiah Collier chats about his new LP and the influence of Pharoah Sanders.
listen now