Texty:
Despised Icon Day Of Mourning

our hearts. There was a time when we closely followed each others footsteps, dreaming of endless summers and becoming drummers. Those days are gone. We mourn

our hearts. There was a time when we closely followed each others footsteps, dreaming of endless summers and becoming drummers. Those days are gone. We mourn

The embittered smell emanating from your lifeless form is as bitter as the reeking lies I've heard and trusted. From now on, the only bed you'll be able

Notre histoire se termine, nos chemins se separent et la vie reprend son cours tranquillement. Je m'envole enfin librement. La main fracturee par un

flame. The road drew my muse away from me. I gave up on us to live free. Cursed with the appetite of a shark. I'm looking out for the catch of the day

Another morning when I feel more rotten than alive. The reflection in the mirror across the room shows that I'm just another useless being, head down