Nothing that can complete me now
Or even make sense somehow Like yesterday I was, I now try to continue
Against the wind I try to get back to where I think it's my place to even think that I'm alive Is this a dream?
For it should not wake up, or even see them all here
They have died ... But I can not believe I do not want to open up my eyes
No more stumbling upon this wilderness place and look back and see the path taken by me Footprints unmarked, nothing that he can show me that actually exist Is this a dream?
These people are not real, not I'm no longer alive I do not want to open up my eyes.
Is this a dream?
Again I'm losing myself in thought, trying to find the bottom of this abyss
But there is no end ... I know I'll die drowned
I know that when I slept again able to see you again.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.
In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not
John 1: 1-5 KJV kingdavidslament
Il n'y a pas de douleur inutile. Pour moi qui suis amateur de la musique de Shining, ce chantre de l'illumination par la douleur extrême — voire par le suicide —, ce titre de Ter Ziele me parle de manière singulière.
La comparaison s'arrête là, cependant, There is no useless pain offrant un DSBM d'une douleur atroce et authentique. Ne vous attendez pas à ces morceaux qui tiennent sur trois notes et 2 BPM : Déhà joue comme un virtuose, associant la mélancolie à une forme de relaxation. Jordan Vauvert