4 Panel Digipack CD of Dead World Reclamation's second album, 'Aura of Iniquity'.
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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
Plaguemaster's Legacy
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lyrics
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.
"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