A Wake in Providence - And Through The Fog She Spoke (Official Stream)

Artist: A Wake in Providence Song: And Through The Fog She Spoke Album: I Write To You, My Darling Decay BUY/STREAM - https://orcd.co/MyDarlingDecay Release Date: July 26th 2024 Genre - Blackened Deathcore ______________________________________ A Wake In Providence is Adam Mercer- Vocals D’Andre Tyre Guitar/Orchestration/Vocals Jorden Felion- Guitar Jesse Mcenneny- Drums _____________________________________ And Through The Fog She Spoke To hear the screams Of prolific agony It condemns the respite I seek I’ve just become so damn sick Of this crushing weight With hazel in hand I Conjure the king With courage in command Voice of roar Silver touches skin Willingly I’ll breathe in The sulfuric haze To resurrect 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 The grimoires tell of possibility Appearing in the distance The pale sight of hell upon steed Shadows looming far from the eye Obscured to me, but so familiar I remain sure How many bodies Does one demon need Only Beleth knows Infernal servitude is quite the price to pay But to me existing bloodless with decay is priceless I embrace a life of madness Slowly I let the bleakness take over All that I see Yes I will bleed Continuously O great hue of the black fire Please torch the soul Touching thy flame So I know fear I come to you a faceless hollow Feeding the fire Put your faith in me I’ll be sure they mourn painfully And even through fog Your will is clear to me But they’ll see Grimorium Verum Give birth to the monarchy Of False ones That breed The fury that pulls you down violently From which an Empty fog grows As she speaks To me from the deep It's a constant struggle (Struggle within) Liber officiorum spirituum, seu Liber dictus Empto. The book of so many names And they hold the instructions to reanimate All they need is for me to Capitulate Blood Presenting a makeshift body Made from torn skin and limbs with a Demonus origin (Enter the emperors Of the Black flame) Emperors upon thrones Gods among the black flame I, thy conjurer Command thee Speak in archaic tongue When you address the body That houses my darling Shadows looming far from the eye Feeding the faith Put your faith in me I’ll be sure they mourn painfully And even through fog Your will is clear to me But they’ll see 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