Gone from your side, break one lie with a sigh, with a sigh
In your words, burned since long, seasons change as I wait
Radiant radiate, all but here
Guiding light dims the dawn, posed appease cause to seize all the signs faith misled, come the tide doubts subside
Lost in yourself, empty words, forsaken what used to be within me
Scars on your hands from nails that are worn, our loss resign in failure
Source of deceit
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.