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Adrano (Sicilian: Adranu) is a town and comune in the province of Catania on the east coast of Sicily.
It is situated around 41 km northwest of Catania, which is also the capital of the province to which Adrano belongs. It lies near the foot of Mount Etna, at the confluence of the Simeto and Salso rivers. It is the commercial center for a region where olives and citrus fruit are grown. Neighbouring towns include: Biancavilla, Bronte, Paternò, Randazzo, Santa Maria di Licodia and Centuripe.
The settlement was founded by Dionysius the Elder around 400 BC, intending to strengthen Syracusan power in the region. He named the town Adranon in honour of Adranus a deity of Phoenician origin.
In 344 BC the troops of Timoleon fought the forces of the Syracusan commander Iketas of Leontini near Adrano. During the following years, Adrano was frequently harried by Campanian mercenaries, called the Mamertinians.
The Romans conquered the growing township in 263 BC and declared it a civitas stipendiaria, obliging it to pay a costly tribute to Rome. The consul Valerius ravaged the town, enslaved the inhabitants and sold them as workers and slaves to the aratores (farmers) residing in the near city of Centuripe. In 137 BC, Eunus led an unsuccessful slave revolt against the Roman suppressors, and from then on, Adrano was nothing more than part of Centuripe.
My conception
My life beginning as I bleed
Breathe in anger
Breathe the hatred as you need
Feel so empty
I watch another world collapse
As the other, it seems so real
The victim eternal with no other feelings
You wear your filth well as it drips
With your bleeding
Spilling your life and your filth
On your hands
Wash it away with the love your pretend
Tearing at meaning corrupting with healing
Drifting decline as it clutches for feeling
Spilling the life and your skin on your hands
Wash it away with the love you pretend
Bleeding the words as they crave for denial
You are holding my words
As they crave for denial
I am bleeding the words as they crave for denial
You are holding my words
As they bleed
They bleed for you
Spilling the blood I have made
And have shown for you
What does it mean if I offer my sins to you
Innocent to the end of this imposed tragedy
Broken wounds caught in my dreams
I gave up dying for my sins
Broken wounds caught in my dreams