Je me presente:
Moi c'est Sébastien, 16ans, Celibataire ,Deathcoreux,
Handballeur, Guitariste depuis 5ans
Bassiste Semi-Professionel !!On me surnomme Coconuts et Hell'Fire .
A venir : percing snakebite & lobe(ecarteur 10mm)
Ancien menbres de: SentencE
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
Evoked and entertained through centuries
Wrathful and sullen -- Dormant still
The ferocity pervades everywhere
Waiting to be released at last
Hear my offering
Ye bastard sons and daughters
Share my sacrifice
Share my sacrifice.
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
Reconcile not with the fear of the snake
But embrace it as your own
Inject its venom into your veins
And replant the seed that gives growth
Still shrouded in mystery
Until you arise above perception
A veil of ignorance is in motion
Continuing throughout generations
(A veil of ignorance is in motion
Continuing throughout multiple generations
Let me be the one that deliver you from the deceit
And back into perfect accordance with the laws of nature)
The snake is notoriously tempting
But the snake is fair
What is worse than not knowing?
To live or disappear?
The ferocity pervades everywhere
Waiting to be released at last
Hear my offering
Ye bastard sons and daughters
Share my sacrifice
Share my sacrifice
Groupe Actuel:Drop In Darkness
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He said he is just seven years old
Don't understand what he is doing here
None of us can enter the secret spheres
Mechanisms which brought him to dementia
All that he can see looks so strange
His hands are different, old and wrinkled
They are covered by tortuous veins
Entire body's decrepit
Seized with a great distress
[Chorus:]
At dawn of his birthday
The day of his eight years
The night when he is gone
Fallen asleep in a breath
And never, has never awaken
Dandled in sweet rest
Even his own-voice has changed since the last time
Tired, hoarse and breathless
Asking what kind of disease he's got, he feels exhausted
He can't stand up
Nobody told him that a cancer is growing in him everyday
He can't recognize anybody around the bed
He asks for his parents to come but they won't do
He keeps the impress that he leaves without having lived
Who are these persons near me, all smiling
With tears running on the cheeks
Why do they claim that they are my children?
Je ne mort pas :D :D
Donc si vous etes pret a parlé laisse un com's je repond :)
StAy BrUtAl


