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
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.
"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