• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Howling - Rotted
• The Body Tree - Rotted
• Nothin' But A Nosebleed - Rotted
• Kissing You With My Fists - Rotted
• It's Like There's A Party In My Mouth - Rotted
• Get Dead Or Die Trying - Rotted
• Angel Of Meth - Rotted
• A Return To Insolence - Rotted
• Just Add Nauseam - Rotted
• The Hammer Of Witches - Rotted
• Surrounded By Skulls - Rotted
• Deathcrush - Rotted
• Entering The Arena Of The Unwell - Rotted
• Iron Fist - Rotted
• Apathy In The Uk - Rotted
• Anarchogram Sun - Rotted
• Rex Oblivione - Rotted
• Out Of Hand - Rotted
• Fear And Loathing In Old London Town - Rotted
• Motorbastards - Rotted

Woke up naked in the park
No recollection of where I go after dark
But when the moon is full I change my form
Bringing chaos and terror, whipping up a storm
Hurling abuse at passers by
They freeze with fear by my very sight
I’m Dr. Jekyll, I’m Mr. Hyde
I wet myself like an infant child
I am The Howling
I am The Howling
I am The Howling
I’m fucking howling
Indiscriminate of friend and stranger
My frenzied rage brings hellish danger
They tried to curb my wretched soul
They locked me up, issued an ASBO
But I’m the monster that can’t be tamed
An untamed beast with no restraint
A booze-fuelled demon rising after dark
Who wakes up naked in Hyde Park
I am The Howling
I am The Howling
I am The Howling
I’m fucking howling
Caged for hours like a rabid dog empowered

We form the Body Tree
Extrinsic visions
Plasmic forms pulsating
Opaline entities who’s presence is elating
We form the Body Tree
Transcending this domain
Consensus is attained
A spirit birthed within
Realization begins
Distorted limbs entwine
A figure so divine
The most supreme cadaver

When it all comes crashing down there’s
Nothing but a nosebleed
Another ugly night, another lost fight
Another time I’m scared I’ll lose my sight
Filled with foreboding senses of dread
About tomorrow feeling like pure death
Frittering my existence on senseless schemes
Reaching toward unattainable dreams
A sense of unity and false self-worth
Before we come crashing back down to Earth
We’re gonna change the state of this land,
We’re gonna form a million bands,
But all we got to show for ourselves is
Nothing but a nosebleed
We’re gonna turn all the wrongs to rights
We’ll make this place a paradise
But when it all comes crashing down there’s
Nothing but a nosebleed
How can I sit here talking crap,
With this seedy and rather sordid chap!?
I just met the guy but he’s my best mate,
And it all comes down to the sorry state
That we’ve got ourselves into again,
Free gifts from a stranger, fuck our friends.
For now we’ll talk of elaborate schemes
Gibberish trite and mere pipe dreams
We’re gonna change the state of this land,
We’re gonna form a million bands,
But all we got to show for ourselves is
Nothing but a nosebleed
We’re gonna turn all the wrongs to rights
We’ll make this place a paradise
But when it all comes crashing down there’s

I sit and stare
Haven’t got a prayer
Anticipating a future filled with despair
Deep underground
Amongst the crowd
A hateful venom of which I am proud
Kissing you with my fists
Spurred on by these sounds
Composure found
By these restraints no longer am I bound
Like those before
Also implored
To eradicate those that they too abhor
Kissing you with my fists
This urge to fight within me starts to spread
Subliminal messages infect my head
Songs of Weeping and The Hamburger Lady
And Myra Hindley and Ian Brady
Throbbing Gristle will make me assault mankind
An audio weapon, a hate intensified
It’s them
To blame
Not me
Kissing you with my fists
Amongst the crowd
On London’s Underground
Listening still, I sit and stare them out
Pulling to my stop
This is where I get off
Leaving behind my fantasy of those who get the chop

Feels like a party in my mouth and everybody’s being sick
Feels like a party in my mouth
Basking
Whilst gagging
The human waste I’m lapping
It’s flavour
I savour
In putrid juice I’m drowning
Choking
And splurting
Can’t keep it down it’s hurting
Offending
My pallet
No longer can I manage
The suppression and suspension of my normal physical traits
Sees my wilful intoxication and renewed mental state
Raising my head higher to receive my gifts forthright
Ingesting transmitted fluids to my peers’ intense delight
It’s like a party in my mouth
A party in my mouth
A party in my mouth

Disposed and cast aside I’m out on the street
No shirt on my back, No shoes on my feet
I’m not the victim I’m the one that’s to blame
Never repented or tried to change
This is the life I’ve chosen, it’s who I am
A muttering imbecile with a spliff and a can
As I bring up black matter, they look on repulsed
Spilling my cider as my body convulses
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
I’m gonna get dead or I’m gonna die trying
No will to stop or intention of abstaining
A drink of this quality for me’s life sustaining
Pure golden nectar trickling over my tongue
Filthy grey smoke coats my tumour filled lungs
Drenched in my own sick, blood, shit and piss
Shivering in terror I await the next hit
As I bring up black matter, they look on repulsed
Spilling my cider as my body convulses
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
I’m gonna get dead or I’m gonna die trying
For emetic substances I crave and I hunger
But I’m beaten to a pulp, left to rot in the gutter
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning

Stripped and deluded, a pitiful site
Wind cuts the flesh beginning our flight
Yearned immortality the world hurtles by
Braving the elements reaching the sky
Shapeless voids, givers of light
A time once enjoyed the world hurtles by
With the audacity to mourn this untimely death
Broken and ruined, I’m the Angel Of Meth
Breathing a strain with this weight on my chest
Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best
The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death
I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth
Pillager of the soul, the killer of light
A desperation that brings exquisite delight
The chances of falling are slim if not slight
Riding up high trying to recreate flight
As the fear sets in I can see what’s going on
Naked and riding a tour bus – I’m gone!
Crashing through the skylight I land of my head
A battered up fool I’m the Angel Of Meth
Breathing’s a strain with this weight on my chest
Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best
The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death
I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth
Suddenly it hits me, the god-awful truth
What the fuck was I doing up on the roof!!!?
I could’ve slipped and fallen to a premature death
No real loss to music (The Angel Of Meth!?)
A naked ripped up body strewn down the road
Unrecognisable features with insides exposed
Piecing me together would be no easy feat
For the officers and coroners who arrive on the scene
I suppose I was lucky landing on my head
With superficial bruising, not a broken neck
But I couldn’t nod my head or stamp my feet without shooting pains
The last time I indulge in these moronic games

Here we are again
Only this time we got something to say
Crawling back under our rock to survive
Facing the reality of a constant fight
It’s a return to insolence
Another victory for common sense
Blind to these values being forced down our throats
Disillusioned minds in an empty world
It’s a return to insolence
Another victory for common sense
Turning our backs on a world of disgust
Psychotic reactions and a life of distrust
As the righteous repent
A dying nation still digs it’s own grave
All around panic fills the air
Mass hysteria, total despair
Preparing for the next life
A feeble glimmer of hope in their eyes
Crying out to an uncaring force
While we prepare ourselves

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!

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.

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.

Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see
I come forward
Deathcrush
I'll send you to your maker
I'll send you to your death
Death nicely crucified
Death, heads on stakes
The barbecue has just begun
Deathcrush - deathcrush - deathcrush
Crush - crush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush

A pain prolonged - our hunger grows but we still walk
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

Dark night nothing to see
Invisible hand in front of me
Scared to death there's someone near
Scared to move but you can't stay here
You know me, evil eye
You know me, prepare to die
You know me, the snakebite kiss
Devils grip, the iron fist
Flying horse don't make a sound
Flying hooves don't touch the ground
Walk in circle lose you track
Can't go on but you can't go back
You know me
Moon eclipse and you know why
Ghost rider in the sky
Beast of evil devils hound
Tooth and claw they pull you down

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"

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...

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,

Fools gather round to watch me bleed
But there are things you'll never see
To protect and serve one nation under god
A nation in which no one's free
Their flesh begins to rot
What's left of what they've got
A boring life is getting old
Mischief won't turn to gold
By going back to burning books
Ripping apart things that doesn't fit
One times one equals nine
Your make believe reality is full of shit
Jesus Christ
Lord of flies
In disguise
Fuck!
It's fucked to hear one idiot's words
But worse to see others believe it
Fucked up minds in fucked up times
It's up to you to foresee it
Jesus Christ
Lord of flies
In disguise
It's all built upon lies
Out of hand
Is this a fucking joke
Out of mind
And it makes me fucking choke

A drug-induced haze, I stagger through the smoke
Out of my nut on pills and coke
Taking in the sights, the smells, the sounds
Of dirty old London Town
A twisted beauty, we walk amongst flies
Met with disgust and accusing eyes
Windows to a barren soul
I'm out of cash and I'm on the dole
Missing links of broken chains
Statistics wrapped in flesh
Forbidden pleasures when alive
Are worshipped here in death
To feel it is to need it, is to taste what lies within
A bag of nerves, a broken man, a total waste of skin
Fear and loathing in London town
Fear and loathing in London town
Fear and loathing in London town
Fear and loathing in London town
Lurid colours and exquisite sounds are all since long forgotten
What once was beauty turns to pain, an ecstasy gone rotten
Reality and phobia returns with startling swiftness

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.