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.

Half​-​frost and furious

from We're sane by PROGNATHE

/

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      €1 EUR  or more

     

  • Buy the Full Digital Album

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    CD 1 : We're sane
    CD 2 : Retrognathe. Contains the two first Prognathe records : Revelation Flesh (2014) and Prognathe (2012)

    Includes unlimited streaming of We're sane via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 5 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      €8 EUR or more 

     

lyrics

Seven men were cast into the future,
In order to preserve the tribe.
To save the clan from punishment and unsure fate.
To be defrost in propitious times, to be the last hope,
Forever they’re gone.
Those who stand upon desolated lands, breathing a last moan,
Together as one,
Went away and didn’t muck about.

There was an extra man,
He had another plan.
Frost. Mid-frost and trepanned.

He dug a hole into the frozen ground,
And settled in the icy coffin.
The ice made a shield over his body
But the head remained tepid.
When he melted, half the brain was lost.

It was lost. Mid-frost and trepanned.
It was lost. Mid-frost and trepanned.
It was lost.

There was an extra man,
He had another plan.
Frost. Mid-frost and trepanned.

Deadpan he was no more, he rose and emerged.
Trepanned, rotten to the core, bovine and enraged.
Deadpan he was no more, he rose and emerged.
Trepanned, rotten to the core, bovine and enraged.

Dead no more, he had defrost and emerged from his sleep
No more, he is awake and enraged, ‘cause he’s
Dead no more, he had defrost and emerged from his sleep
No more, he is awake and enraged.
 
Lope, mad and spastic, and fucking ravenous,
Cold and frantic, back to slaughter the tribe.
Psychopathic, and fucking gluttonous,
Mad and spastic, back to slaughter
And trepan.

The catastrophe is on.
The catastrophe was redefined,
And once more,
Will tremble with troubles and no restraint.
And they’ll suffer,
And once more,
Will shiver with whispers and live a catastrophe.

credits

from We're sane, released May 22, 2017

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

PROGNATHE image

PROGNATHE Toulouse, France

They don't smell good.
They don't shave.
They bite.
They're not smart.

PROGNATHE

contact / help

Contact PROGNATHE

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like PROGNATHE, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Beans joins the show to discuss his album release, "ZWAARD".

listen now