The plague breeds throughout sanity
Striding over the Great Old, he hunts their flesh
By foolish theories, for a morbid superior purity
Sacrificing their own blood for a maniac's dream
None shall stand, none shall live
For the sins he commited, we could not breath
Disturbed and corrupted, a weak mind
Found in hatred a reason to slay his kind
He moved a passion
for fear, for hate
His brothers,
in shame, thrown in disgrace
To rebuild the world, destroyed a whole nation
Thy will be done, in his own image's deviation
A coward, a demon, couldn't face his fate
scars left on us may never heal
from north to south, a trail of blood
millions of deaths across the world
A sight buried in time, the voice became silence
global collapse for a wicked dream
tears are shared, pain still breath
The crosses are nailed, ashes in the air
He moved a passion
for fear, for hate
His brothers,
in shame, thrown in disgrace
To rebuild the world, destroyed a whole nation
Thy will be done
The pit is tight Where Hope Dies
I can hear you cry Where Hope Dies
The sun doesn't rise Where Hope Dies
A world made of lies Where Hope Dies
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"La mort n'existe ni pour les vivants ni pour les morts" écrivait Épicure et ça reste toujours vrai : personne ne peut en faire l'expérience — sauf NONE, formation américaine qui en a fait son leitmotiv. Les membres du groupe sont inconnus et son premier album n'a pas de nom ; même le paysage sur la pochette est vaporeux. Si le DSBM est déjà d'une tristesse funèbre qui serre le cœur, les passages atmosphériques donnent à entendre les âmes en peine de l'autre côté du voile. Un début magistral... Jordan Vauvert