"Aurelia II (Acoustic version)" retells Aurelia's second chapter: the moment the contract breaks and her frozen victim-state turns into retaliation. In this version, the violence feels less like spectacle and more like a decision arriving through bone.
The acoustic setting matters because it exposes the nerve of the scene. Aurelia is not simply fighting back; she is becoming the consequence of what the Relay/Conclave system tried to make out of her.
Music, arrangements and lyrics: Andre Willowisp. Vocals: Eira Nova. Artwork: SURVIVORIA.
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Release: The Tender Things That Sing (2026-05-30)
Track 5 | ISRC RUAGT2664568 | UPC 5063945572334
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He grabs her thin wrist wrist wrist
A vibrating steel knife knife knife
Says he'll sign his name
Right across her life
And the ice in my chest chest chest
Doesn’t crack. It explodes explodes explodes
A billion sharp pieces
Unloading their loads
No more a cold puppet puppet puppet
No more just a thing thing thing
My bone augment hisses
A promise I bring
This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you
A wet crunch of bone bone bone
The base of his skull skull skull
His shock is a perfume
Beautifully dull
He falls like a meat sack sack sack
Blood covers us both both both
The guards rush the doorway
On a whispered oath
One gets my left spike spike spike
Deep inside his throat throat throat
The other one freezes
On a terrified note
I offer my body body body
So bloody. So bare bare bare
A promise of heaven
A psy-noise' snare
This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you
This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you
you
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