I refuse for this to be conclusion,
As I shrink inwards.
As things ever worsen, as things ever worsen,
Life will be my next defiance.
Be it in jails or this rented house,
Sooner a dour path than an ignorant one.
I would exchange any semblance of youth for stronger hands, tougher fists.
I will trade what charm I have for firmer resolve.
Even when so much anger has coursed through these veins I do not doubt that they will be fit to pump joy.
I need only knowledge enough to spell out freedom,
I need only enough life blood to see out the struggle.
I refuse for this to be conclusion.
And a restless summers end wind reminds me of how handsome we will be in the frost,
I will walk this frozen path of hatred until I reach the thaw.
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At long last, I am into the somehwat more folky sound of Dawn Ray'd and now... I am full in! However, the reason why I stuck to them in the first place is their pull on political black metal for which I honor them a lot. 1312✊666
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On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert