Grey Sky Morning

by Aphotic Contrivance

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Born from absolute pure blackness, this album is the amalgamation of years of delving into the deepest obscurity. Sir Flames and Brutalizer have always sought to push the boundaries of how dark music can be. Their debut album is no exception, with bits of pure death metal rage, the most obscure and melodic black metal, and tantalizing movements of progressive/post-rock that will send the listener on an unforgettable emotional journey.

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released July 22, 2017

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Brownlow of Castle Bohemia Productions.

James "Sir Flames" Burnett - Guitars, Bass, Lyrics & Vocals
Josh "Brutalizer" Willis - Drums, Lyrics (track 4)

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Track Name: Send in Ze Dogs
Fetch me their souls
Leave not one alive
Consume their flesh and their bones
But leave the vultures the eyes.
Wash down the meat
With their blood
Show no mercy
To anyone.
Send in ze dogz!
Rip the tendons, Tear the veins, Squeeze the nerves To flood them with pain.
Hear their cries of anguish so high and shrill. One bite to the throat results in an instakill.
No need for ammo. You have that in your teeth. So open wide your jaws with pride and make those bastards bleed.
Swallow sanguine syrup. Taste it upon your lips. Kill our foes before they touch the guns upon their hips.
Feast on their flesh. Let them feel extreme duress. (X2)
Now the battle is almost won.
Only one souls blood has not met your tongue.
Feast until his screams are no more.
Leave his half-chewn carcass upon the floor.
Fetch me their souls.
Leave not one alive.
Consume their flesh and their bones
But leave the vultures the eyes.
Wash down the meat with their blood.
Show no mercy
To anyone.
Send in ze Dogs!
Track Name: Sounds of the Night
Thief of sleep, shadow fiend, phantom in camouflage. You delve in the dark igniting sparks of sound to cloak your visage. Haunt not my room, please exhume your essence from this lair. You've dwelled so long and fed upon all of my fear whilst I was scared.

Maybe it's just a dream. My imagination seeing things that... Just can't be seen. Perhaps in my confusion the phantom finds delight. In my paranoia made by... Sounds of the Night.

The ghoul persists, with a moan and a hiss, and a shriek to chill my spine. He slams the door, to rattle my core, as he drinks down my panic like a wine. He floats above, completely in love with his terrorizing art. While here I lay, in complete dismay, as my mind breaks apart.

Maybe it's just a dream. My imagination seeing things that... Just can't be seen. Perhaps in my confusion the phantom finds delight. In my paranoia made by... Sounds of the Night.
Track Name: The Blood Red Moon
The moon is full!
Glowing blood-red in the sky!
On dark nights
Such as this, I shall arise!
The time has come!
Yes the time has come to get high!
The time is now!
Let us ride into the blood-red night!

Unexpectedly
They rise
Underneath
A pitch black sky
To consume
The flesh
And devour the brains
Of all mankind!
The moon of blood
Turns the bloodless ghouls
Back to life
They start to feast
Halting only at the resonance of a ringing shot!

Riding amongst them
In our chariot
That pummels them
Into the road
We pass the torch
Along with the rifle
And let our
Companions blow...
Blow out
another plume
As well as another
Dead man's brains.
All of this THC consumed:
Still more
Necroloid death remains!

Their heads will be gone.
The dead return back to dirt.
As the dawn draws near
The blood-red moon disappears.
Away it goes
Into the atmosphere.
As the clock strikes 4:20
It strikes the time is here.
So gut the cigars
And load up the bong
And let's fill this room with smoke.
Awaiting the time
Of the blood-red moon!
Until then:
Let us toke!
Track Name: I Eat Human Flesh
My definition of "fast food" would be much different from yours. Yours is driving up to windows, rather than walking through doors. Mine is picking up insignificant souls right up off of the streets. Blowing out their fucking brains! Then I begin to fucking feast!

"I Eat Human Flesh." 'Did he just say Human Flesh?' "Yes. I just said Human Flesh. I Eat Human Flesh!"

Forearms, biceps, triceps, thighs. For all these, you shall die. Pectoral steak, abdominals fried. For all these, you shall die. Death to all who scream and run. Comes swiftly with the help of my gun. Death to all who scream and run. Making a plate was never this fun!

"I Eat Human Flesh." 'Did he just say Human Flesh?' "Yes. I just said Human Flesh. I Eat Human Flesh."

Wrap the bodies in cellophane. To keep them fresh. To keep them clean. Wrap the bodies in cellophane, so the meat will not rot or stink. The tender tissue, the satisfying blood, it fills the void inside my gut. The taste of these morsels slakes my lust as they fill the void inside my gut!

"I Eat Human Flesh." 'Did he just say Human Flesh?' "Yes. I just said Human Flesh. I Eat Human Flesh."
Track Name: Beasts of Phantasmagoria
Here we sit,
The Scientist and me.
Here we sit,
Next to his machine.
He whispers to me:
"Don't dare move...
Lest you wish to be
The phantasms' food."
The darkness surrounding us
Made them vividly clear.
Like holographic projections
With eyes that leer
In all directions
In simultaneous sync
Pushing my nerves to the
Very brink.
Their anti-aesthetic visage
Is rifled and trifled with flaws.
Though massive in
Size and weight with
Fangs, talons, and claws.
Wafting gracefully
Ignorant to our existence...
That is until my counterpart
Begins to rant with
Maleficence.
The maniac confesses
To the killings of his slaves.
Though, in a manner
Excruciatingly grave.
The machine to our right
Conjured them all.
That's when they seemed to come
Right out of the fucking walls!
Swirling around the terrified servants who
Were all screaming
Inevitably leading to their dooms
The phantom entities
Honed in upon their shrieks
Fell upon them
And never again were they seen.
The gleam
in the Scientist's eye
Was near transparent
Due to the beasts.
Whose grisly stare
Now fell in between...
Myself and the lunatic
Who laughs now
And extends his arm!
Pointing it in my direction...
Inward the phantasms swarm!
They maul the man
Sitting opposite me
And I freeze with shock!
Only after I pull my revolver
And let ring a shot!
The shot, a clang, I faint,
And wake to find my
Counterpart dead.
Now, when I think of his face:
Beasts of Phantasmagoria
Cloud my head!

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