Jewel case CD of the debut full-length EP from Aphotic entitled "Immurement".
1. Foundations of Iniquity.
2. Solitary Rot.
3. Eternal Lucid Nightmare (ft. Daryl Boyce of Scordatura).
4. Contorted Paradigms.
5. An Immured Existence.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Steven Jones Audio.
CD layout by Coia Creative.
EP artwork by Excoriate Designs.
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lyrics
Behold my final chapter has now only just begun.
Vision tainted in gloom, days grow forever grey.
Engulfed by this sickness and left in the dark of night.
I seek new solace, not of this world that they see.
Denying this putrid vessel that distorts the very soul.
Voracious visions, of complete and utter self destruction.
Reiliquent convulsions, now left in the hands of fate.
Paralysed by perceptions, this world of constant decay.
Aghast, I lay, upon the seeds of my own destruction.
Hollow, I commit, the final sin.
My decomposition, the finest final form of art.
To be submerged in soil, the insects all now shall feed.
Self extermination, finally leaving this petty stage.
Human termination, a craving for the taste of lead.
Cursed with perpetual monotony, this world has given all that it can.
Bound to be a catatonic catastrophe.
Aghast, I lay, upon the seeds of my own destruction.
Hollow, I commit, the final sin.
The earth shall feast tonight, and not a single soul could save me.
As I begin this journey to the grave.
No longer to feel friction.
Breathing the air that grates at my lungs.
This broken vessel shall now bleed.
No longer to feel friction.
As progression erodes my skin.
Oh how the buzzards they will feed.
Now please appease this void in me.
I beg, I plead, to be set free.
Now please appease this void in me.
No peace until I cease to be.
Aghast, I lay, upon the seeds of my own destruction.
Soon set free from all that lurks within.
It lurks within.
Among, the moribund.
To join, the realms below.
A congregation of the cadavers.
Confined within this tomb of self revulsion.
Naught but fodder for the worms.
Let me die.
An Immured Existence.
Confined within these walls of mine.
An Immured Existence.
This virulent scourge that I call life.
An Immured Existence.
Let me die.
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going on vacation to another hive city this weekend
think i might play this out the new sound system i just installed in my old storm eagle and just see what goes down (38,516 model)
41/1000 coworgans