Paroles de Season of desperation

And now melancholy... This storm of feelings stunts me, I start to see the frist shines that flod up me on the knees, the short but intense pleasure swept by warm emotions, I'm deprive of my soul and wandering in the indefinite... I lose conscience. I realize what has been, how is made my body and this pierces me it slowly extinguishes me to the growth of this new feeling. As the cycle of seasons my body is changing his forms and colors, in the decadence I'm lowered as a faded flower. This is the season of desperation, deprived of own soul, abducted from an abyss of shining customs. This is the seson of desperation my depression is just begun... This is the season of desperation.