Autumn Nocturne from Cold Decay by Cold Decay

It's all about the scenery, changing bed, changing body.
What's the point since it's still me who betrays myself, me who drags and scatters myself.
My shadow undresses in different girls' arms, where I thought I found a new shelter.
40 years old and can't make it better.
The time to dream is very short.
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead.
What should I do with my days?
What should I do with my nights?
Light heart, changing heart, heavy heart.
I had no love or kingdom, nowhere to live or die.
Above the houses and blocks, I saw them through the windows
Gray cloudy sky, vultures flying by, screaming death as they pass by.
Their sad melody entered my soul, is this how men live?
And all my pains, away, follow me
Like extinct suns.

• Metal
• Paris
• hardcore
• Paris