Old folk remember
And those today learn
How before their time
Life was different here:
Without the sun people lived
Groped about without the moon
With candles sowing was done
Planting performed with torched.
At the time we lived
Without the sunshine
Who had covered up our sun
And who had hidden our moon?
Without the moonlight stumbled
With our fists fumbled the land
With our hands we sought out roads
With hands roads, with fingers swamps
We could not live without the sun
Nor manage without moonlight
We could seek out the sun
Who spy out the moon?
Who else if not God
The one son of God?
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.