Caminhando na planície gelada
Sem mais sentir a dor física
Vejo a figura culpada
Fúnebre e solitária...
Sinto a neve em meu rosto
Denso vapor aquoso obscuro da atmosfera
Tenho falta de clareza
Embaraça minha visão
Um leve estorvo
Ela toca meu corpo
Deitado sobre a névoa
Lá no fim eu posso ver...
Eu vejo meu futuro e nele estou morto
Aqui caminhando sozinho encontrei o fim
A morte toca-me
E me leva para longe.
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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
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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