Tell me was it all worth it, to watch your kingdom grow? All the anchors in the ocean haven’t sunk this low. So who’s left to count the cost? Beneath the ruin lies a story of the lives lost. Now we’re gone, left without a trace, but we took something they cannot replace. A match made in heaven, paved the road to hell. We’ve been down this path before. Cold blooded retribution. So fuck your revolution. You chew up peace and spit it out as war. You’ve been feeding the wolf that’s waiting at the door. You are rotten to the core. We found your fingerprints all over the trigger. If you’re looking for tyrants, take a look in the mirror. You knew all along, that the cancer would spread, so don’t be surprised to find a price on your head. Sorry son, but we destroyed your home, we murdered your family, now you’re on your own. Collateral damage, face down in the sand. Watch the dominoes fall, it’s all just part of the plan. A match made in heaven. Paved the road to hell. We’ve been down this path before. Cold blooded retribution. So fuck your revolution. And every execution, the price of your collusion.
In November 2018, Architects stared grief in the face on the remarkable album Holy Hell: a stark picture of the darkness and despair that …