Aura of Iniquity

by Dead World Reclamation

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ImDurrtyDaNN
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ImDurrtyDaNN This musical blend and composition is so brutal whilst losing no melody... I love it Favorite track: Heralds of the Formless One.
alpengeist19
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alpengeist19 Fantastic. Like some demonic hybrid spawn of TBDM, Shadow of Intent, and Inferi. Every song is distinct with its own high points and memorable riffs, and the vocals and lyrics are as good as any veteran death metal band. The main riff of Ripped from the Grave begs for me to play the song on repeat. Other favorites are Plaguemaster's Legacy, Pantheon of Shadows, and Whispers of the Evergloom. Easily in the running for my favorite album this year Favorite track: Ripped From The Grave.
VenoMal1c3
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VenoMal1c3 These dudes are local, supremely talented, hardworking & down to earth. An album containing elements from across the Metal spectrum & beyond makes it a bit difficult to define which is entirely the point.
It's a bold move but one which was made consciously & intentionally, resulting in an album which sounds cohesive, with well written songs & great production.
The lyrics have also been F7d (spell checked). Thanks, Andre. It's less work for me & I appreciate it. Favorite track: Those Born of Suffering.
Arrogant Bastard
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Arrogant Bastard For anyone seeking a new take on Within the Ruins'core, Aura of Iniquity is your answer! A fun and thrashing good time, something only the most trve of kvlt-nerds would turn their nose up too. Favorite track: Whispers of the Evergloom.
Oscarflip
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Oscarflip What a killer album! A musical style similar to that of early Wretched- Melodic, technical, excellent guitar leads, and one or two heavy sections in the majority of the songs, and a bit of orchestration for a more modern sound, but with song structures and vocal arrangements much more similar to that of TBDM. Is it anything groundbreaking? No. But is it extremely catchy, repeatable, and has captivating Lyrics that will most likely get stuck in your head after the first listen? Absolutely!!! Favorite track: Those Born of Suffering.
Gabriele Mancina
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Gabriele Mancina This is already a masterpiece!
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    Track List:
    Ripped From The Grave
    Embrace The Hive
    The Everlasting Hunt
    Pantheon of Shadows
    Heralds of the Formless One
    Arachnocratic Assemblage
    Whispers of the Evergloom
    The Void Bargain
    Those Born of Suffering
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1.
Death was supposed to be a permanent reprieve, Upon the shadowed sea of nihility. So I welcomed the day that I would cease to breath. But necromantic spells have taken even this from me This was supposed to be an everlasting sleep. An end of earthly toils, promised to me. The comfort of the end; a fate betrayed. Cursed to undeath, the Necromancer's way. Now he commands his horde of putrid skin and bone, We are amalgamations, upon which body parts are sewn. I gaze with soulless eyes, my body lurching on its own. I paid my debt to the gallows, now this body has been loaned. This is not the flesh that I once knew A mindless husk; my thoughts subdued. I am tasked to kill, my objections waived. This is not my will, I was ripped from the grave This is not my will, I was ripped from the grave This was supposed to be an everlasting sleep. An end of earthly toils, promised to me. The comfort of the end; a fate betrayed. Cursed to undeath, the Necromancer's way. Is this cosmic humor? Is my fate the joke? Since I yearned for death, Did karma sit provoke? Unwanted immortality, necromantic vitality, Seal me to nothingness and throw away the key. Is this cosmic humor? Is my fate the joke? Since I yearned for death, Did karma sit provoke? Unwanted immortality, necromantic vitality, Please kill me, and end this second 'life'.
2.
Into the Groves we ventured, each footstep trembling forth. Uncertainty enveloping me, anxiety guiding me north. Humanity, forgotten. These lands care naught for man. The tapestry reigns eloquently. Our presence here enacts their plan. Spores burst forth, a barrage of fungal dismay. Choking mists; grasping at collapsing airways. Reality shifts, panics sets in as consciousness starts to fade. Neural pathways permeated by a parasitic overlay. [Chorus]: One central consciousness, One binding will. Millions of entities, set so tranquil. As one, we are harmony. As one, we can thrive. With these spores we now welcome you; Embrace the Hive. Autonomy asunder; my will subdued and chained. This nervous system can not resist the spores within my brain. This floras penetrates; a burning radiates down my spine. Pilfering each vertebrae; taking what is mine. Sores burst forth; fungal birthing, contaminate left unchecked. Retching up, bile burning through the flesh of my neck. Organs fail; blood seeping from my eyes, from my skin. I can hear these voices calling from within. BECOME ONE; we’re waiting. BECOME ONE; we’re saving You from the tragedy that is autonomy. Exist in unity when you become One central consciousness, One binding will. Millions of entities, set so tranquil. As one, we are harmony. As one, we can thrive. With these spores we now welcome you; Embrace the Hive. I embrace the Hive; all that I see, we see together. I embrace the Hive; through one mind we all are tethered. They will embrace the Hive; soon through their eyes, we’ll see, together They will embrace the Hive; with these spores they will be tethered.
3.
The decrepit stench of the battlefield has followed me back home, To see my kin, faces wrought in agony’s grasp. Can I ever atone? The Hunt, Unending. Ceaselessly void, Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed. I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon. Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned. The Hunt, Unending. Ceaselessly void, Not a modicum of pity a family destroyed By the Lycanthrope’s gift, by hatred consumed. I choose revenge, I give myself to the moon. Wolves beset; a packleader born from death of humanity’s call To eviscerate, decapitate, this beastial wrath. By carnal vigor, I am enthralled. The Hunt, Unending. Ceaselessly void, Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed. I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon. Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned. The Hunt, Unending. Ceaselessly void, Not a modicum of pity a family destroyed By the Lycanthrope’s gift, by hatred consumed. I choose revenge, I give myself to the moon. Rend Feral nature courses through my veins. This debt must be paid. Blindly rending, this Moon-gifted strength, contorting all manners of flesh. Each jugular, plucked like the string of a harp, I conduct this sonata of death. Jaws descending into hearts of the men who claimed my beloved from me. Howls emanate from this soulless husk. An Alpha has risen. Wolfen Majesty. Majesty! The Hunt, Unending. Ceaselessly void, Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed. I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon. Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned. The Hunt, Unending. Ceaselessly cold, Not a modicum of regret, for an afterlife untold. By the Lycanthrope’s gift, by hatred consumed. I chose revenge, I gave myself to the moon.
4.
Blood-borne economy birthed by insolvency. Intravenous bankruptcy; a dwindling supply. Regulations enacted, identities redacted The masses, distracted. Wall street occupied. A Pantheon of Shadow cloaked by suit and tie, [Orchestra Break]: Oppression is not instant; sometimes the shackles are tightened week by week, month by month. year by year. In some cases the oppressed unknowingly consent their to damnation. Subjugation is met with joy, the masses enjoy a false sense of comfort as their masters reap the benefits. Bloodletting is met without resistance. We fight while from the shadows, they pull the strings. [Chorus]: Toil in your servitude to a society entrenched in secrecy. Embrace proclivity. We are your royalty, pledge arterial fealty. From the coffin to your domain. Toil in your servitude to a society entrenched in secrecy. Embrace proclivity. Bloodbound autocracy, corporate vampiricy. From the coffin to your domain. Engorged! Consume more than your fill Indulge in our media, your thoughts are tranquil. Fight our wars! With your weapon and words; question not our intentions, ‘lest you upset the herd. You speak of corrupt leaders but do not know it all. The dead are your figureheads, most fiendish of cabal. Feasting on hemoglobin, arterial elixir found. Clock-in to suburban slaughterhouses, corporate burial mounds. [Solo] Toil in your servitude to a society entrenched in secrecy. Embrace proclivity. We are your royalty, pledge arterial fealty. From the coffin to your domain. Toil in your servitude to a society. Entrenched in secrecy, embrace proclivity. Bloodbound autocracy, corporate vampiricy. From the coffin to your domain. We're in your Congress and your church. We are shepherds to the herd. Your heads of finance, CEOs. Vampiric leaders, your heroes. We're in your Congress and your church. We are shepherds to the herd. We're your lawyer and your nurse. We write your fucking laws! They bleed, we feast (x 4)
5.
Communication has been made! Brothers, rejoice at our luck; we are saved from the plight of the pilgrim. Our journey comes to an end, now our ships can descend; Our engines fueled by our faith held with Him. Spurred by the heat of their star, colonizing the far, frigid reaches of their galaxy. Progress! Is this a suitable world? Set the beacon and signal, Our mission may yet end in success! On the edge of existence, we found his domain. On the edge of insanity our minds must remain. Maddened into servitude, our beings undone; On the edge of existence ride Heralds of the Formless One! We were like you, we sought the skies! Craving meaning to existence, we found God’s domain; The Eldritch horror, of formless frame. We gazed into the abyss, the abyss, it gazed back. Want for nothing. Pray for nothing. Endless nihility, may this rapture bring! Oh, the futility of existing. Infinite eyes yet he sees nothingness; from the black hole he reigns If only they knew! They could rejoice at their luck, they are saved from the plight of existing. Their journey comes to an end, shortly they can ascend. Cosmic fodder, you are blessed to assist him! Technological greatness; the torch of the land, slumbering leviathan in the form of a moth, But alas, the beacon, this world sits remiss; these formless tendrils coalesce in mass. On the edge of existence, we found his domain. On the edge of insanity our minds must remain. Maddened into servitude, our beings undone; On the edge of existence ride Heralds of the Formless One! Accept your gift for progressing the Kardashev scale. Spacial devourment. Heed this pull to the end as gravity betrays. Crushing dirge of hopelessness. Cosmophagic engorgement; your physics are dismayed. Drinking in the threads of time; convergent time loops have you frozen as your atoms rot away. Nebulous deity; Your hunger beckons. Even Space must Obey.
6.
They came by Nightfall, the clusters of eight, ever-watching eyes. As the canopy sleeps, unbeknownst to me, chelicerae seek their prize. Grappling tethers confined us, Webbed chains now conjoined us, Myotoxins enfeebled us, A darkened world of Silken webs descending from Arachnid majesty. A kingdom found in the woods, this nightmarish truth; Arachnocratic Assemblage Unhallowed structures, maintain distance; lest you're entangled in your grave. What spiteful God would create such things? Eight eyes are watching, but none are his. Colossal frame of their Matriarch. Blood-letted husks of those who came before; repugnant ichor oozing from their sores. Vassals, unhatched, sit - nurtured. Silken webs descending from Arachnid majesty. A kingdom found in the woods, this nightmarish truth; Arachnocratic Assemblage Unhallowed structures, maintain distance; lest you're entangled in your grave. What spiteful God would create such things? Eight eyes are watching, but none are his. Unflinching victims, their sustenance drained. Putrid lesions, necrotizing flesh inflamed. [Chorus / Outro] Spoken Sample: “Gripped by fear, gripped by a paralytic cacophony; a venomous cocktail. Slowly, the circulation of the sheer rot. I feel myself corroding. Insurmountable dread rising with my proximity to her fangs. Why? Why am I able to think? Why am I able to process each limb; My capillaries now transporting this viscous sludge. She won’t let me die? I’m to feed those unborn. No, she won’t let me die.”
7.
Quixotic enchantress of coven-born tongue Through you courses the ichor of our fel-laden son Do you still crave our knowledge? Incantations of woe Are you willing to barter for the powers bestowed? Do you hunger? Is that why you visit the mire? Does the aura of iniquity satiate your desire? Unhallowed! You're far from sacrament’s reach Now bathe in the evils of the ones you've beseeched. Feel the waves of decay The centuries have cultivated what flows through your veins An ancient virulence. We are the Fathers of Sin This rotten oak visage masks only the horrors that lay within To thee, irreverent: our roots soak in your fear Grow skyward, entangled. Your misery, austere These blighted forests, where the damned lay stake. Contorted trees hold the ear of those who came to forsake themselves To ancient malignancy, a darkened divinity The Whispers of the Evergloom These blighted forests, where the damned lay stake. Contorted trees hold the ear of those who came to forsake themselves To ancient malignancy, a darkened divinity The Whispers of the Evergloom Do you hear voices? Do the night terrors end? Here lies a bed of insanity, will your mind descend? The power deflorates; the shadows cling to your womb. A sordid cacophony of the wretched entombed. You harbor pestilence, O’ Daughter of the Occult Craft our gift of chaos, the seed of damnation you exult But what else will you give? What will you trade for this deed? We shall sequester the flesh in return for the seed. Trading flesh for power unstoppable Unrivaled arcane supremacy Honor the Gods with this shadow-born I pledge flesh to the unholy covenant. Casting aside the maternal husk The fel-spawn sprouting, incubation finalized. I pledge flesh to the unholy covenant. Her lifeless corpse, sprouting another tree. A wraith floats forth, her arcane imagery. She reigns unparalleled, mastery of the fae, unhindered by the mortal coil. A growing forest, the ancient fel grow their ranks. Roots descend into the soil. This covenant between the forest and occult continues on These blighted forests, where the damned lay stake. Contorted trees hold the ear of those who came to forsake themselves To ancient malignancy, a darkened divinity The Whispers of the Evergloom These blighted forests, where the damned lay stake. Contorted trees hold the ear of those who came to forsake themselves To ancient malignancy, a darkened divinity The Whispers of the Evergloom
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[Chorus: A life for a life, a bargain mistold My child in your folly, you've wagered your soul Cry not for me, I'll bear forth this pact Pledging service to hell to leave you intact Take father for child, a bargain mistold My child in your folly, you've wagered your soul From the blackest of depths, while sanity drains My one selfless act, this love still remains] Hubris incarnate, the legacy of man. To think we could tether powers the span Nine circles of bloodlust, of gluttony, of sin. Foolhardy sheep summon wolves to bargain. Oh, my fair child, I can't scold you for your deeds. Enraptured by her quest for power, she gave her flesh to succeed. We desired demonic concordance, to give you all the treasures of this world. But in your eyes, you sought nothing other than to be held. A life for a life, a bargain mistold My child in your folly, you've wagered your soul Cry not for me, I'll bear forth this pact Pledging service to hell to leave you intact Take father for child, a bargain mistold My child in your folly, you've wagered your soul From the blackest of depths, while sanity drains My one selfless act, this love still remains Stepping foot into this runic trap, your machinations fill with me pride. A conjurer born of my own flesh and blood, this is where true power resides. Oh my child, can you forgive me? We gave you everything, but our bond. Remember me in the moments before mortality absconds. Succumbing to my contract, an Eldritch conduit speaks "This summoning was fated. We're not done with you yet. You've slighted us this time, but we won't soon forget. Know that I could still take you, That I could still break you. But in loneliness, you will seek me" The years feel like minutes, this torture endures I mutilate, eviscerate, dehumanize. Immortalized upon the understanding that this could be you. Humanity tarnished, innocence removed. A life for a life, a bargain mistold My child in your folly, you've wagered your soul Cry not for me, I'll bear forth this pact Pledging service to hell to leave you intact Take father for child, a bargain mistold My child in your folly, you've wagered your soul From the blackest of depths, while sanity drains My one selfless act, this love still remains
9.
Unwanted child born of incestuous forays; hopeless, unbidden, downtrodden, dismayed. In life I shared this saga, our epilogues the same. Cast to the wolves, our existence declaimed. Denigration, salt in the wounds. By torment we’re nurtured, by affliction we’re groomed. Take my hand through this hell-scape, ‘lest the maggots consume. Those born of suffering, those born of hate. Congenital branding of tyrannical fate. O’ thee, reviled, stand proud at my side. I’ll give you the succor that you’ve been denied. Turn your back on this world, for it turns on you. We’re unfit for their heaven, destiny bemused. I claim thee, born of suffering, the wretched, the accused. Those crucified for living, I deem thee recused. Why would you look upon the damned? O ‘Specter, born of anguish, do you feed upon this pain? Do you see me as a burden? Is my misery ingrained? Am I fated for the gallows? Is this all a waste of time? Is this longing merely folly, we’re corrupted by design. Those born of suffering, those born of hate. Congenital branding of tyrannical fate. O’ thee, reviled, stand proud at my side. I’ll give you the succor that you’ve been denied. Turn your back on this world, for it turns on you. We’re unfit for their heaven, destiny bemused. I claim thee, born of suffering, the wretched, the accused. Those crucified for living, I deem thee recused. Those born of suffering, those born of hate Won’t you lend to me your malice for the world we desecrate? Those born of infamy, a conception most depraved. Won’t you join me in the mist, my child? All transgressions shall be waived.
10.
Close-minded fools, can you comprehend how ethics keep you bound? How can you compromise and value lives over the knowledge to be found? Epidemiology will remember me as a pioneer, through and through. Crafting a culling, most monstrous, my thesis will be proved! Varied selection for ideal transmission Reduce inoculation, increase cell division Incubate, o’ pathogen, harbor safety in my veins Incubate, o’ pathogen, your virulence unrestrained Walking miasma, my life’s work, my theory’s final test. Replicate and ravage, bring upon the new Black Death. Caustic mucus, my throat inflamed Lymph nodes retching viral clusters, their purpose reclaimed. Varied selection for ideal transmission Reduce inoculation, increase cell division Incubate, o’ pathogen, harbor safety in my veins Incubate, o’ pathogen, your virulence unrestrained Walking miasma, my life’s work, my theory’s final test. Replicate and ravage, bring upon the new Black Death. Lethality through trial and error, alterations must be made Add in a touch of necrosis, a sepsis unnoticed. Viramancy perfected, masses silently infected. These lungs perforated, by sores, irritated. Every breath increases their ranks. My legacy, my plague. Incubate, o’ pathogen, harbor safety in my veins Incubate, o’ pathogen, your virulence unrestrained Walking miasma, my life’s work, my theory’s final test. Replicate and ravage, bring upon the new Black Death. … They will remember me. When the tumors expunge forth their gifts, they will remember me! As they vomit forth blackened blood, they will remember me! As fires lick clean the mass graves, they will remember me! The Plaguemaster’s Legacy

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released April 23, 2021

Vocals - Conner Posz
Guitar - Dakota Fidler
Drums - Mark Gray
Bass - Alexander Beltz
Guitar / Orchestration - Andre Lothian

Tracked, mixed and mastered by Jeremy Davis of Metasonic Studios

Album Artwork by Mark Erskine of Erskine Design

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Dead World Reclamation Tempe, Arizona

"Hailing from Tempe, Arizona, Dead World Reclamation combines brutal yet melodic guitar and bass lines, thundering drums and ferocious vocals. Be sure to check out their new full length album, Aura of Iniquity. Available via Spotify, iTunes, Bandcamp and Google Play" ... more

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