Dusk of an Ancient Age (KR​-​24)

by Fall Of The Bastards

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Reissue of this long out of print black/thrash metal masterpiece originally on Parasitic Records. Remastered by Mell Dettmer and sounds killer!!! Much different than the original. Amazing melodic dual guitars over the top of some of the best drumming out there. Super catchy riffs that will stick in your head days after listening. Extremely well written material and played by very talented musicians.

Fall of The Bastards members can now be found playing in: Aldebaran, Oakhelm, L’Acephale, Splatterhouse, Menacer, Dekapitator, D’gul, Engorged, etc...

LP includes a full color insert with photos and lyrics, comes in:
-Black 600
-Black / Tan Blend 300
-Clear w/ Tan, Brown and Black Splatter 100

credits

released June 19, 2013

Bass – Fat Scott
Drums – Rudimentary Eli
Lead guitar – Donnie Of The Dead
Guitar – Sir Colin Keyworth

Recorded, engineered, mixed and mastered at Polymorph Studios, Oakland, CA, Aug.-Sept. 2003.
All music by Fall Of The Bastards 2003.
Lyrics and vocals by Jason Voorhees
Artwork by Jason Voorhees and Tim G.

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Track Name: In The Midst of Obsolete
The stench or rot let's fear into the air. Turning streets into rivers of despair. Antagony beware. The grave has been prepared. Churning gears of industry. Wars of hindrance for nothing. We shall see. Writhe away at insanity. Insolence be seen. Indeed. Laughing at scrum leak. It appears below me. Limping cadavers. Walking towards the sea. In the midst of disruption. Sweet, sweet misery. They're weeping. See how they can't breed. They are in pain. These glorious beings. Knowing nothing except their defeat. Revenge is sweet. A silent seethe. Bring forth the harvest of consumption. Celebration in the form of the deceased. Shadowing the sun. Clouds dark as the blood from one. Integrity shall remain obsolete.Except the mountains, rivers and trees. Garnishing the open air. Existing will cease to be. Retaliation. If only we could die so easily.
Track Name: Intrinsical Lost
Remembering when the feed was healthy. Swarming thoughts of dying ardor. If only we weren't so sickly. these alien delusions. Skewered to undeviate. How it seems so intriguing. When all is insufferable. Sodden with our carvings. Strange enough I like it. Nothing can forestall the change. It befalls upon all. Breathing through tubes clogged with thoughts of murderous way. The wretched climb to make. Upholding blackened barbequed arms. As they reach out from the swarm. And at the dawn of collapsing. Misery is obsolete. Anguished deeds all so empty. Forlorn we all seek. Once another's insides drop. Tradition reeks of ill insipidity. Crushing all hope and belief. And it stops you from being able to breathe. It breaks your back. Brings you back to life. Days of yore. Remain in shambles. And torpid dreams of a false reality. A thousand seeds. From vile earthlings. Planted in every last one of you. And extends demise.
Track Name: Put To Death II
Uncontrolled delusions. Forced thoughts of mutilation. Slashing arms. Blood dripping onto memories lost. Death seems to fascinate. Solace found only in the macabre. The throne of pain grows larger. An untold aberration. The shadows haunt my sanity. Afraid of life. This crown of pity shines with luster. Head hung low in pity. Extinguish sounds from inside a dying baby. And in the last gasps of breathe. In broken sobs. A horrible product of desire. A tortured limb of the soul. Taught by deaths passion for life.Lost in a loveless swarm. The probable end for the rest of us. Is lost in suicide. The numbers get lesser and lesser. As the past is realized. An untold prophecy. Escaping from inside. Uncontrolled urges. Our life denied. A suppressed emotion. Another purpose deprived. Unforeseen debauchery. Another purpose deprived from your mind. A break from. Devoured to. A sacrifice. The reaper. And in the worlds scorn. Undesired prize. At last the end has arrived. Once no more.
Track Name: Signs Of An Impending Apocalypse
[Instrumental]
Track Name: Angelrot
In the wake of death. Now into the void we go. Cant' gasp for breathe. Beneath the blood of earth. A trodden path of turmoil. Seeming all alone. A world we know. Set in stone. Descend the angel of life. How she haunts me. Now this angel will burn. And be buried in the blanket of war. Thy words will tend to her. Never compromised. Alone we go. Set in stone. Cannot be faithful. Truth be sworn. Torn from another soul. Into the eye of the storm. How it sickens every second of my life. Alone. Sworn to stone. In a vague dismissal. Being sacrificed. All strung about in endless words. Remembers the forgotten on broken and shattered knees. Covering problems with plants from guilty seeds. Destroying altars of past discrepancies. To rid me of my mind. One promise kept to die. As the darkness shrouds none shall roam. Set in stone.
Track Name: Otherwise Blank Expression
All the fads you've succumb to. The more lost you become every second of your life. Yet it's all so incestuous. Alone. We shall rot. Ignorant thoughts you're akin to. Forewarned. Age's not. We all shall rot. Human debris in the waking. Reality has been ignored. It seems to be from the beginning. They all thought we still had hope. Taught by the plagues of humanity. As they pass to the other side. They get more and more franchised. Failing ton stops. There's no fucking end. Where do we go from here. In the harvest there is no crop. Insisting plunder. Just a reflection of your fucking self. Cannot explain what it is to live a lie and to obsess. And in the end. Sudden death to be finding itself a way. I'll take you to the grave with me. Suicide as a delight. Boiling cyst upon which I feed.Constantly waiting. Life's thread fucking brakes.
Track Name: Idiocy Parade
As our rashness ways seem to be defined. We saunter about our pathetic lives. Dejection is all but quiet. Seeping wounds of a certain kind. At the sight of cessation. The ebb of life. Our infirmity begins to rise. As it leads the way. The path that rose from our mistakes. We maunder through assiduous times. In the company of fall. Drowns in the tide by which we fall. Set in the irony. We shroud the entire earth with black deadened skies. We must reach a decisive end of the final spire of life. Swelling craving inactivity. Fermenting under pungent swarms. The shackles we try to untie. Are bound by a greater bind. Atrocious ways we need to feel to be free. A tirade of feeble mirth. A jubilee of uncredible creed. We shall beseech. In the dead of night. The roaches crawl like mold on old weeds. They're starving for unreachable needs. Others cringe at the sight of the feast. It drips with gore and smeltering pigs.
Track Name: Dawn (The Morning After)
[Instrumental]