Paroles de Discidium

When the trust is lost and gone the roots of our growing disharmony at the barricades of the heart The ever flowing tears of the secluded We crushed what we conceived The ruins of a dying legacy Nothing else was as sweet You used to lift me up I remember that ethereal serenity an Illusive sense of security In times of disbelief to deteriorate Beyond this killing loneliness lying at the gates of indecision The choose has been made