The well is stone cold.
My well is dry.
I read in the seams of the walls.
Betrays and cause.
My anger is swollen.
Mistake wasn't me.
Or was it?
Now I can climb the seams of the stones.
Released and gone.
Seek for another fertile and warm.
To host the soul.
Now magical places will bloom.
Black and true.
Sheer pleasure, awaits.
C o m e.
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.