This world! For naught. Your altars of depravity, endorsing your own tragedy, this end is what you sought. I adorn my mantle, the Undertaker for this world. Decrepit earthen coffin. Sealed. Lost to the cold. Strip from me, my memories, adjourn me from humanity, May the Winds speak not what I’ve done. Cherished only by insomnia, the sleepless world may rest again, from fever dreams nightmares are spun. Malefic was the prophecy, and prolific their disease, ebbing life from the land we share. I was the vanquisher, nemesis, conqueror, tormentor. Destruction’s doctrinaire. This world will rot. Your altars of depravity, endorsing your own tragedy, this end is what you sought. The lifeless embrace of silence haunts me from here to the void. This heart still beats, this mind remains. Destroyed. Strip from me, my memories, adjourn me from humanity, May the Winds speak not of what I’ve done. This peaceful earth will regain all that was lost to her as your altars burn I fade away. Silence.
"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