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Artist: A Wake in Providence Song: Siamo Legati Dal Terrore (We are Bound by Terror) BUY/STREAM - Genre - Blackened Deathcore ______________________________________ A Wake In Providence is Adam Mercer- Vocals D’Andre Tyre Guitar/Orchestration/Vocals Jorden Felion- Guitar Jesse Mcenneny- Drums _____________________________________ Siamo Legati Dal Terrore (We are Bound by Terror) Here I lay... Bound to the hunt in wait, I stalk my oblivious prey Claimed by The River Claimed Feed me your memories Let the terror wash over your psyche Bathe in thirst of the other In the wake of the abyss Become a nightmare (My nightmare) I shall shepherd you home And break free the bonds of life Sacrifice what you think you know (exile your heart) To the ones you call soulless I am The Terror... (I am The Terror) Fear my mind Once a lush land of gold has become writhed and barren tainted by unclean souls For you are no different in this field ripe with soot A scene so familiar, how does your mind make this look? Unnerving visions of horror Latent feelings of sorrow and fear Trust not what your tearful eyes consume for I shall ferry your soul Far away from your unbridled doom Walk me through the field (Your mind is lined with fear) Guide my soul to the end so I can feel The abyss feels nothing You will feel nothing You will feel nothing... Those Solemn hymns plague your thoughts Leave your crying for absolution And begin descending into somber confusion Lay your heaven at my feet (You have nothing) Things once blue and dim in the end will nourish me (But everything) I’ll Tread softly upon your dreams Soon they will be ripe for the rotting Once gold and silver embroidered cloth have been lost in the culling Such faith in the saint at the gates With bleeding ears your weeping he won’t hear Do you know what you have done? To beckon the prodigal son to entice your soul... Just to give grace and praise but you should let go Did you feel that tether snap from a blissful nap Giving way to the hollow (open your eyes) Bare witness to this grotesque form Made such with tormenting time Down here in squalor from birth Drowned in your mind (Under the weight of seclusion, in your mind) Enticed by the mire (It calls out to you) Lungs engorged with the stench of your pyre (The screaming wraith spells out doom) Intrinsically such claims should bare terror But fear escapes me... A sudden calm engulfs me in tapestries Sewn by The Erinyes (What do you want to see?) Just Show me the truth in the end (But that will expose me) Your lies keep growing thin Worry not you won’t need them For we are tethered in the end Now this wasteland of old has been claimed by eternals of a Wraith tribunal Now, you may see their rule (Now) (Kneel) Understand your pleading is no use Your judgments foreseen Called forth by the devastating weight of sin Fathom blasphemy and begin to drink in The River sustained by lies From prophetic tapestry Beauty weaved in her loom Can you see? The enlightened prediction brought forth by The Terror Wraith In agony sentencing silently Compelling, Now tell me, how does the rot make this look? Once a lush land of gold has become writhed and barren tainted by unclean souls For you are no different in this field ripe with soot A scene so familiar, how does your mind make this look?
