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Deadbolted Hell
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Toledos FROM THE SHALLOWS are bringing back the brutal days of metallic hardcore that were first introduced and innovated by legendary Ohio acts like Integrity, Ascension and Ringworm. Their 2007 debut, Beyond The Unknown, which was produced by Joey Sturgis (The Devil Wears Prada & Gwen Stacy), is a brilliant exploration into all the best aspects of what hardcore and metal have come to offer the music community today. Super slick production only helps to enhance FROM THE SHALLOWS technical prowess and mechanized rhythmic assault. They are catchy in every definition of the word as the songs possess all that the kids crave: guitar solos, melodic thrash metal, bass drops and of course breakdowns. Having already shared the stage with such respected acts as: Himsa, Suicide Silence, Dead To Fall, The Agony Scene & The Devil Wears Prada its only a matter of time before FROM THE SHALLOWS take the next step from torchbearers of Ohio metalcore to conquerors of the world. For fans of JOB FOR A COWBOY, SUICIDE SILENCE, THE RED CHORD and THE ACACIA STRAIN
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Genre
Metal • Death/Black Metal
Charts
Peak #138
Peak in subgenre #20
Author
Steffan Howey/Joe Frost,Marco Mendoza
Uploaded
March 29, 2007
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:33
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Waving arms like distant flags We cry out in agony A heartless breath of horror lingering In the deepest depth of midnight We've done this to ourselves We're bleeding on the shackles of binding hate A cold clasp of rape clentched and gnawing at our flesh This is what we've told the world time and time again Confined and contorted distorted as an unscathing blasphemy and mask of ourselves This force moves us in ways we cant describe Its such a wretchid torment and we've done this to ourselves and i reach for your hand father god hoping to escape the gates of this deadbolted hell DEADBOLTED HELL! WE CAN NEVER GET FREE THIS IS OUR HELL His tears fell from the sky as his body gave way We pierced and betrayed him on his cross that day His blood dripping onto our hate strickened faces Waving arms like distant flags He cried out in agony His feet were severed so quickly And He could only pray for death A heartless breath of horror lingering In the deepest depth of midnight We've done this to ourselves We're bleeding on the shackles of binding hate A cold clasp of rape clentched and gnawing at our flesh He lifts his head to the heavens with prayer for we Our souls deserve eternal damnation But he has forgiven us of our ignorance and malcontent And he has died for us time and time again A prophetic resurection fufilled on that horrendous grave And we lacerate our throats with sharp blasphemous incantations
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