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Siamo Legati Dal Terrore
A Wake in Providence, D'andre Tyre
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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
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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
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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
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Now this wasteland of old has been claimed by eternals of a wraith tribunal
Now, you may see their rule
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
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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?
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