A Night in the Abyss - Necropolis

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released June 28, 2016

Songwriting/Orchestration on The Nepotism Of The Constitution by Jordan Bain (Ex-A Night In The Abyss)

Guest Vocals on Cold Hearted Comeuppance by PJ McTiernan (Into Infernus) Engineered/Edited by Jack Higgs

Mixing, Mastered, Reamped, and Additional Orchestration by Andrew Zink at Hollowed Studios

Artwork by Megan Mushi at Yellow Mushi.

Special thanks to Andrew Zink, Pj McTiernan, Graham Clewes, The Alexia Agency, Hollowed Records, Connor Reibling, Dave Archer, Scott Canty, Charlier Charpentier, Matteo Dondi, Simon Garrod, Robert Bieganski & the UK tech/death circuit.

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Track Name: Aborted Idol
Of what the people would read, the prophecies spoken to all who believed them for thousands of years.
Or so the testament had been anticipated, the scripture descended through time but through time was distorted.

The people chose what to believe,
Some through false hope and others through greed.
The truth was contorted, dissected askew,
Till condescending beliefs were all gradually split.

Cast by separate inclination, History shifts.
This was the alteration, which had effected the world,
and sent all human life spiralling into eternal oblivion.

What if your saviour was never conceived?
Still born and dead the messiah was never more,
Stripped of a King and postpone the apocalypse,
So that your had idol never existed.

At first to the naked eye it was perceived as a blessing,
A conduct of peace and forgiveness and taught morals of good and evil.

The salt of the earth.
Through time mankind dispersed with different beliefs,
sending humanity into divisions of false hope, and aimless worship.

Through causing conflict to those who oppose of their human nature.
Wars were conceived and battles were fought all for nothing.

The sovereign of global regulation
continues to prevail and subdivide our existence
into assorted congregation, we are too late to assist,
the affliction on the absentminded remains immutable.
All we can do is watch civilisation perish eternally.

As time continues,
these unrelenting cults persist
their anarchy with manipulation.
Captivation of the nation,
dominating their vulnerable minds.

Taking advantage of the innocent,
spreading illusive propaganda for these, cults of abandonment.
Churches selling their God for currency,
tyrants of greed, power perceived on their throne.

You remain oblivious funding your way to what you, think is a reserved spot in the afterlife.
Delusion spreads as all hope is lost, no conclusion to this iso-chronism.

Each word in stone, beyond ones control.
Creating the world from the ashes, but being birthed from the coals.

Like vultures, tearing the flesh from their bones.
Your lore was fabricated not imprinted in stone.
Of years of bloodlust and maliciousness done.
These incantations for gods, bastard son.

The cause of war and killing, the silent parasite.

The people chose what to believe some through false hope and others through greed.
The truth was contorted, dissected askew, till cons ending beliefs were all gradually split.

Their gods mocked the very root of their lives.
Raptured, those who shunned god had survived.
Track Name: Cold Hearted Comeuppance
The story unfolds, through the wind and cold
A setting in white frost, parallel to the coals
Our two protagonists imbued with the old
Only sentenced to walk these wastes

The highest peak that people speak, shrouded in mystery
Spoken in ancient tomes, that hidden deep in catacombs
His comeuppance waited
In the form of the ice in his heart and the blood of his kin

Imbued with the word of the king
They traversed the harsh terrain
The older worshiped for the deeds of his past
The youngers efforts in vain

The younger boasted of his past
"conquering this peak will Surely abdicate success"
As jealousy infected his psyche
He coursed with rage

As they edged closer to the summit
Sewing the seeds of wretched torment

I've grown sick of these pre-concieved illusions and the notion that you’ve fabricated every piece of evidence
for your own satisfaction personal gain.

He sought to pursue his comrades path of fame
And if all that meant was discrediting his being
along with his name

For every single time you claimed dominion over I,
I shan’t live in your shadow anymore

"You’ll rue the day that you ever took light from me"
He raised his blade and with hateful intent struck thee
The younger fell to the ground
gushing blood from his wounds
his expression astound
The old one loomed closer like a shade of despair
cast his sibling down the wendingos lair

The frost hath prevented
Any fighting chance of him descending the peak
He traversed the storm
Settled on a ledge
Took night shelter
Plagued by guilt in his head
He wept.

Wiping snow and tears from his eyes.
Lay rigid dying frozen or seek passage through the mountain side
A cold poetic just was all that seemed left
As he entered the cave, the crypt of the dead

With the cave now snowed in
He pondered if this act from god was due to his sin

And as the days turned to weeks
His unrequited hate allowed his brother to keep
The very essence of his core at one with the deep
Encased in ice

His palid flesh so glacial it reflects my face
In place of his limbs, portruding icicles have now replaced
Bound by the frost in his veins, eternal husk of a corpse he shall remain
Exiled to the icy terrain
Track Name: Nepotism
Pledge oath, to a system of a supremacy,
Bleeding the cattle dry whilst endorsing a confederacy that,
Breeds despondency and acts as an insurgency to the weak and feeble minded known simply as humanity.

''Ive been entrusted as a servant of commonality''
Working for higher power,
Pay cheque, ask questions later'

The publics screams are drowned under this song of siren sounds.
Thick layer of acrid smoke pours forth, floor lined with casings of spent shells.

An act of cruel corruption contorting our condemnation,
Manipulating constitution
Un-mitigating resolution
For malicious reasons

You have the right to sustain, violence.
Fall in line, separation of spine,
Limpid and weak, their egos undermined.
Cause of death in effect. Non-compliance.

Over time, civilizations decline,
A preemptive strike the masses fall in line.
A decrease a morality,
Another numbered fatality,
You worship the system and pledge your life to agony.

And with their crooked intentions, its almost like this human plague was built for extinction.
Ill take no part in this cruel jurisdiction.
You’ll burn for your crimes. With swift, retribution.

''Ive been entrusted as a servant of commonality''
Working for higher power,
Pay cheque, ask questions later.
Thick layer of acrid smoke pours forth,

Bludgeoned To Death
Shot to the head
Unarmed and
Harmless he said
Surrender he did
Cathartic Ways

Another statistic for, the law.
Trampling protesting masses under their boot.
Woman and children are treated no different,
Shoot to kill at all disputes.
Tear gas in their eyes, negating their lives,
Looking to the resoloute.
The man in the suit,
Had led them away.

I shan’t be a part of this of blight,
Corpses shrouded by red and blue lights.

It ceased to be,
Their lives invested in greed.
No longer the land of the free before this.
They’d inherit the earth, the meek.
Track Name: The Human Condition
Enticed in the spiraling void,
The never ending force of automation redefined.

Absent minds wander through a gulf with an aimless ambition within a false reality.
Incapable of real life perception, a warped image of perfection remains.

You are the prophet of deception.
We are the ultimate design of apprehension.
The people fall unaware to the pandemic delusion.

Everyone will seise to appreciate the disambiguation of actuality,
All authentic design, real life outside the machine.
The eternal circuit of false hope and vanity.
Rid the world of brainwash media behind your screen.

The people search for fame by funding the, social media propaganda
With their pathetic attempt to show the world their substantial life.
Filtered pictures, and searching approval from complete strangers, that dwell behind
All of their computer screens in the dark, worshiping talentless pigs, mindlessly clicking.

Spineless cattle, worshiping idols of arrogance, and greed.
They are marching towards the inevitable end as our heroes die one by one.

The alternation continues.
The ever lasting automaton that is gaining control.
Humanity will crumble at the feet of the innominate.
Overlords that concur civilization laugh as the innocent disintegrate.
World domination, pandemic supremacy.

We are not the answer, but we can be the solution.
We may not hold the key, but we can all act as one.

Conflicting some, ineffective to former generation,
Behold modern day slavery in its finest form.

Fear what the future holds,
Anticipate calamity.
Track Name: Pavor Nocturnas
Commence with devoid mentality, at one with peaceful tranquility.
Oblivious to life and reality, the void reveals.

Welcome to the…

Realm of psychological confinement.
The nocturnal demons, they await for me,
I lay there ignorant to the illusion of my pre lucid state.

The spirits dwell, the room concealed between the cracks of my mind,
As nightfall slowly approaches,
And when my consciousness will start to descend.
I sense a disturbance in the air.

The illusive allurement of slumber draws near,
As anticipation accumulates.
What I perceive as an enchanting escape,
From this entity takes an unforeseen turn to a nightmare made real.
My lifeless body lays there paralyzed as I drift through planes of astral projection.

At one with the stars and moon,
I whimsically tread between celestial currents and glide,
Through the space and the nebula.
Momentarily harmonious,
The calm before the storm.

'Suddenly the sky turns black as I quickly descend into abysmal immuration.'
I feel an instant weight upon my chest.

I look up to see two piercing eyes, gawking into my soul.
Claws grasped so tight to my limbs.
The room it grows cold,
So bitter and fraught to behold.

Daunting demon face screaming at me.
I am bound against my will.
I let out a shriek but nothing comes out,
The parasite clutched to my torso, continues to wail as I remain incapacitated.

The delusion terminates, as I jerk up right.
Drenched, in my sweat.

I Look around to see nothing, but still this notional monster he taunts me.
I twist and turn, dreading return of the creatures curse, haunting me while I squirm in angst.
They're watching me from the shadows, eagerly waiting for my consciousness to slip.

Lie in the dark, the bleak encompassing me as I hide in the sheets.
Clawing at me, the beasts barbed nails and slender teeth.
I feel him, his grip tightens like a vice round my neck.
The air getting thinner I feel closer to death, despite this creature inside of my head.

His darkness returns.
Once again I am bound, from the flesh on my bones.
I am one with the curse, let them be heard.
Their voices are drowned,
The constant wailing of the dead, deaths chorus of sound

His darkness returns.
Track Name: Pestilence
In sickness, in health, we’ll rot here my love.
As her blood,had stained the palms of his hands,
Twisted, perverse his mind became.
Scourge of the land, the affliction of man.

On a pale horse named death we ride, worshipping at the blight.
From the day my dearest departed I knew deep inside that I carried this plight.
My eyes turn dilated upon the sight of the old dead dissipating.
Tactfully I use medical training, dispose of the organs, their bodies cremated to ash.

My grave affliction.
An ode too the taint.
Fatal addiction.
My composure lacks deathly restraint.

I have abused your mistrust.
The line between the poison and cure seems to be the dose.
Misrepresenting those who put their life on the line.
Dealing death, no restraint. Anaesthetise pain.

As his blood salted the earth,
The fetid taste of pestilence is spawned in rebirth,
And as he revelled in the carrion,
His flesh contorted too become,
At one with the plague.
Death pre-curses rape.

Careful precision.
I explore their lesions for reasons, I can not explain.
Afflicted, addicted to death, the human stain.

With their bodies stacked high,
The most unholy & putrid of scents, escaping his lair.
This congealed mess of organs and flesh acting as sustenance, binding his body to hang.

Dealing in the most covert of sickening ways.
The town guard remembered, the death rate out numbered their graves.

The death count out numbered their graves.

With careful precision
I explore their lesions, for reasons I can not explain.
Afflicted, addicted to death, the human stain.

I won’t be caught
Is I that you sought,
playing the doctor or so that you thought.
A thump at the door, the guards they did knock.
The door he did lock, the cellar he looked for his victim, no where to be seen, the doctors gullet had been silently cut.

Bleeding profusely,
I crawl too my throne, this was my lives work.
Encrusted in blood and encircled by bones.

I feel at one,
The alluring stench of death,
Never has anything felt any better.
Though its a fierce disposition,
I signed my life unaware too the plague in return of this life.
Track Name: Gaia
An ode to the demons of old, repugnant apparitions
captivating my soul

An ode, to a reoccurring nightmare
nothing to fill the void, to the demons of old
Repugnant apparitions, captivating me of my throne

Parasite voices inside of my head
Find your own body, you'll fill me with dread
I fucking hate you I say time and again
This dreaded imbalance my serotonin.

You offered me solace, welcomed as a friend
Cradled by malice and offered to spend,
the night wide awake,
whilst you go and take a substance to suppress the voice in your head.

Eyes turning to red, Pupils dilated but I fucking said the picture embraces me. Gaia had set me free

Putrid & vacuous visions of lore
Dismember and tender the pestilent sores
Infectious Invictus at the hands that convict us
But the hallucinogen takes its time to implore

Stripped from all sanity & lost from reality, I slowly depart from myself.

These cognitive cranial parasites consume my cortex internally.

I dwell, deep inside of your head
Emerging at will, your life ill fulfill
Ill be, the freak under your bed
Malignant compulsion to intrinsically kill.

An ode, to a reoccurring nightmare
nothing to fill the void, to the demons of old
Repugnant apparitions, captivating me of my throne

Parasite voices inside of my head
Find your own body, you'll fill me with dread
I fucking hate you I say time and again
This dreaded imbalance my serotonin.
You offered me solace, welcomed as a friend
Cradled by malice and offered to spend,
The night wide awake, Whilst you go and take
A substance to suppress the voice in your head.

Eyes turning to red. Pupils Dilated but I fucking said 'that this burden will carry me,
I will observe the seas.
The bitter air it embraces thee,
Gaia has set me free.

Skies turning black, with heed I do tread
Limbs locked in place and my eyes turning red
The cure is botanical, to mankind’s mechanical, selfish and heinous betrayal of arrogance.
The Minds been consumed,
Pupils Dilated but I fucking said 'that this burden will carry me,
I will observe the seas.
The bitter air embraces thee,
Gaia has set me free.

Skies turning black, with heed I do tread
Limbs locked in place and my eyes turning red
The cure is botanical, to mankind’s mechanical, selfish and heinous betrayal of arrogance.
The Minds been consumed,
Pupils Dilated but I fucking said 'that this burden will carry me,
I will observe the seas.
The bitter air embraces thee,
Gaia has set me free.
Track Name: A Family Crucifixion
An eerie despondency conjures as certitude deteriorates.
The impending lone wolf unearths disturbance amongst,
As the mother weeps for her forgiveness.
Illicit betrayal, to trigger and bring forward the silent murderer.
The once devoted fore-bearer, becomes the executioner.

She lays lifeless on the cold basement floor,
Wounded from a blow to the head.
The murder kin, tied to a chair.

Blind with rage, he performs the persecution.
Driving a blunt shiv into her stubborn chest.

Rupturing the organs in her torso,
Each laceration more intended to kill than the last.
The children cry as blood sprays forth to the walls.

Bile spews from her gaping wound,
As her skin becomes pale
And her limbs turning limp.
Her life drains as he continues to dig.

Her lifeless corpse is nothing but an empty vessel,
Left hanging on the wall to rot.
He turns to the young, with no remorse of what he has done.
He gawks maniacally at them, as they squirm.

He determines their fate.
He grabs a tank of gasoline.
Despondent yet obstinate on cessation,
Pours the liquid drenching them head to toe.

He senses a force of repression as he tries to strike the match,
But he knows there is no turning back.
The children ignite,

With the blink of an eye, the iridescent gulf of the flame illuminates the room as they die.
He stands there watching as they curl up and blacken, Bodies contort and dead.
The fire slowly subsides as all that's left was just ash and remains.

The room exudes of the stench, of burning flesh as the man he drops to his knees.
With this burden that is over his head, he is inept to persistence.

The guilt it becomes insufferable,
Before he draws the barrel to his temple,
Without hesitation he pulls the trigger and paints the walls.

Thus concluding the crucifixion,
A heinous yet beautiful art form.
A kindred massacre.