A Wake in Providence - I, The Mournful (Official Stream)
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- Опубликовано: 8 сен 2024
- Artist: A Wake in Providence
Song: I, The Mournful
Album: I Write To You, My Darling Decay
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Release Date: July 26th 2024
Genre - Blackened Deathcore
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A Wake In Providence is
Adam Mercer- Vocals
D’Andre Tyre Guitar/Orchestration/Vocals
Jorden Felion- Guitar
Jesse Mcenneny- Drums
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Fantastic album
Where are the lyrics for this one?
She's gone... Forever
Through the infinite abyss, no longer together.
But I will continue her work
In the void I will seek a Mournful Benediction,
from the apparition. Sacred words, I will speak
Text tell of contrition, bedeviled contradiction
Wielder of torment, I detest what you have become
Once great bringer of the psalm, The Emboldened One
By the flame, I prayed to Raum. To my dismay the crow will not speak... to Me! Abandoning the oath of the black ink that's etched in skin.
(I bled for you Beleth, paid in sin and dreams)
I bled for you, prayed to the monarchy for the truth
False gods, a pitiful trinity, with no claim to divinity all you did was lie to me
Why did I believe in you?
Kings of nothing. (False gods, and kings of nothing)
How could I be so mad? Drunk with grief, insanity, willing to do anything. I've built your monuments, sacrificed the blood that consecrates those ground. I've become a pitiless servant broken, manipulated by the morbid. Hollow in my mind, when my hands touch the fog, vengeance on my tongue, spewing venom from the sinners psalm. Talk to me, again, my darling apparition in the fog.
I fell for it. What a fucking fool! The lies are so clear. Lighting candles, cultist rituals. Procuring bodies to begin stitching the infernal being together. As it lays light as a feather, stiff as a board, lured by unearthly oath held by false gods. Lies. There won't be rest or peace.
Bullshit, gathered at the alter of these fucking bastards. I've become a pitiless servant broken, manipulated by the morbid. Hollow in my mind when my hands touch the fog, vengeance on my tongue, spewing venom from the sinners psalm. Talk to me, again my darling, mournful apparition. Black Magic, The Red Sabbath inhabits, to become Decay, The Zealot.
Break me, bend me, no more! I, the Mournful, bring death right to the feet of a god. Saturn, Jupiter, Satan, no matter thy name! I shall rain my vengeance upon the legions of Hell, Heaven, or Earth! I'll ring the bell, let decay it's knell.
Willingly, I'll breathe in the sulfuric haze
(to resurrect my darling)
Just grant me the sense to hear through the sheets of cold. Recompense, with the end, I can't tear myself away from the fog.
Catatonic, existing near death, I live close to decay. I live close to decay.
I Write To You, My Darling Decay
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"I, the Mournful" Lyrics
She's gone... Forever
Through the infinite abyss, no longer together.
But I will continue her work
In the void I will seek a Mournful Benediction,
from the apparition. Sacred words, I will speak
Text tell of contrition, bedeviled contradiction
Wielder of torment, I detest what you have become
Once great bringer of the psalm, The Emboldened One
By the flame, I prayed to Raum. To my dismay the crow will not speak... to Me! Abandoning the oath of the black ink that's etched in skin.
(I bled for you Beleth, paid in sin and dreams)
I bled for you, prayed to the monarchy for the truth
False gods, a pitiful trinity, with no claim to divinity all you did was lie to me
Why did I believe in you?
Kings of nothing. (False gods, and kings of nothing)
How could I be so mad? Drunk with grief, insanity, willing to do anything. I've built your monuments, sacrificed the blood that consecrates those ground. I've become a pitiless servant broken, manipulated by the morbid. Hollow in my mind, when my hands touch the fog, vengeance on my tongue, spewing venom from the sinners psalm. Talk to me, again, my darling apparition in the fog.
I fell for it. What a fucking fool! The lies are so clear. Lighting candles, cultist rituals. Procuring bodies to begin stitching the infernal being together. As it lays light as a feather, stiff as a board, lured by unearthly oath held by false gods. Lies. There won't be rest or peace.
Bullshit, gathered at the alter of these fucking bastards. I've become a pitiless servant broken, manipulated by the morbid. Hollow in my mind when my hands touch the fog, vengeance on my tongue, spewing venom from the sinners psalm. Talk to me, again my darling, mournful apparition. Black Magic, The Red Sabbath inhabits, to become Decay, The Zealot.
Break me, bend me, no more! I, the Mournful, bring death right to the feet of a god. Saturn, Jupiter, Satan, no matter thy name! I shall rain my vengeance upon the legions of Hell, Heaven, or Earth! I'll ring the bell, let decay it's knell.
Willingly, I'll breathe in the sulfuric haze
(to resurrect my darling)
Just grant me the sense to hear through the sheets of cold. Recompense, with the end, I can't tear myself away from the fog.
Catatonic, existing near death, I live close to decay. I live close to decay.
I Write To You, My Darling Decay
No lyrics?
She's gone... Forever
Through the infinite abyss, no longer together.
But I will continue her work
In the void I will seek a Mournful Benediction,
from the apparition. Sacred words, I will speak
Text tell of contrition, bedeviled contradiction
Wielder of torment, I detest what you have become
Once great bringer of the psalm, The Emboldened One
By the flame, I prayed to Raum. To my dismay the crow will not speak... to Me! Abandoning the oath of the black ink that's etched in skin.
(I bled for you Beleth, paid in sin and dreams)
I bled for you, prayed to the monarchy for the truth
False gods, a pitiful trinity, with no claim to divinity all you did was lie to me
Why did I believe in you?
Kings of nothing. (False gods, and kings of nothing)
How could I be so mad? Drunk with grief, insanity, willing to do anything. I've built your monuments, sacrificed the blood that consecrates those ground. I've become a pitiless servant broken, manipulated by the morbid. Hollow in my mind, when my hands touch the fog, vengeance on my tongue, spewing venom from the sinners psalm. Talk to me, again, my darling apparition in the fog.
I fell for it. What a fucking fool! The lies are so clear. Lighting candles, cultist rituals. Procuring bodies to begin stitching the infernal being together. As it lays light as a feather, stiff as a board, lured by unearthly oath held by false gods. Lies. There won't be rest or peace.
Bullshit, gathered at the alter of these fucking bastards. I've become a pitiless servant broken, manipulated by the morbid. Hollow in my mind when my hands touch the fog, vengeance on my tongue, spewing venom from the sinners psalm. Talk to me, again my darling, mournful apparition. Black Magic, The Red Sabbath inhabits, to become Decay, The Zealot.
Break me, bend me, no more! I, the Mournful, bring death right to the feet of a god. Saturn, Jupiter, Satan, no matter thy name! I shall rain my vengeance upon the legions of Hell, Heaven, or Earth! I'll ring the bell, let decay it's knell.
Willingly, I'll breathe in the sulfuric haze
(to resurrect my darling)
Just grant me the sense to hear through the sheets of cold. Recompense, with the end, I can't tear myself away from the fog.
Catatonic, existing near death, I live close to decay. I live close to decay.
I Write To You, My Darling Decay