Our glory is fading to nothing
but we don't give up
Brothers born and die as one
When they are tired of go
shopping, that's the reason I live
That's the reason a
True red warrior seek
for a
Fight, an anarchist must fight
Our fraternity is not dead
I don't want to let the light
walk away to buy
So deadly
That's the reason a true warrior
seek for a fight
All the deadly and sober minds
walk upon lucky times
In search of gold
Locked behind a soul that have been sold
Almost compulsive they cut their wrists
bathed in dark purple blood
where all the pigs at the mud
run to feed their vengeance
at least, life is not eternal
I asked your name While my child was crying
Hunger kills so slowly, I'd prefer blow my head with fire.
I ran so fast, I ran from the problems of my past
From women, from desires. Free me, please
I'm a waste of time, a criminal
My crime was life, was spiritual
Hope is for fools, not for me
I will never wait for the end, my end is near
Raise my fingers, pull my trigger
I wasn't strong, i wasn't a sinner
but life aways plays tricks on me
tricks that i used to feed
I'm so unhappy, so unhappy, unhappy
I was alive but I lied
Cause the way she come to me wasn't real
And I'm lost with her
Cause she makes me feel
Nothing is perfect, neither do I
I'm just lonely at my own, I'm not Strong
But it teases me
The way I came from the underground
The shattered years wich I passed
The Jesus Cross, the blood I asked
I was alive but I lied
Rest upon my head
This dark days are so sad
but they have been all my life
The only day that will be happy is when i die
All he said is that he need some fresh air
All he said is that he need to feel her hair
Letargy of Devil we are but this wound will never share
I tried to get all the pieces back
but it was too late, i feel a dirty pain on my neck
That pain took all my love away
took it day by day
Rest upon my head
This dark days are so sad
but they have been all my life
The only day that will be happy is when i die
Cruel is the world
I never wanted to born
Take off my crowd
Take off my soul
"La mort n'existe ni pour les vivants ni pour les morts" écrivait Épicure et ça reste toujours vrai : personne ne peut en faire l'expérience — sauf NONE, formation américaine qui en a fait son leitmotiv. Les membres du groupe sont inconnus et son premier album n'a pas de nom ; même le paysage sur la pochette est vaporeux. Si le DSBM est déjà d'une tristesse funèbre qui serre le cœur, les passages atmosphériques donnent à entendre les âmes en peine de l'autre côté du voile. Un début magistral... Jordan Vauvert