A year sought for warmth and light, I wrapped sheets around my eyes, breathed new sight into my mind, a strength I will belie. Entangled in your virgin dust, rope tied vein to vein. Connect me to your failing body so I can understand your pain. Encase me in your ribs, I'll breathe through your hollowed spine. I've forgotten the warmth of the sun but I still remember the light. My peasant crown will crumble under the weight of your crooked bones. My peasant skin will scar and bleed as I am martyred alone. My peasant blood will clot and burst as you enter my solemn home. My peasant crown will crumble under the weight of your crooked bones.
Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
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