Le groupe de Métalcore progressif parisien sortira Noir le 8 septembre 2017, toujours chez Arising Empire Records. Avec "A Bitter End", les français prouvent une nouvelle fois que leurs riffs sont toujours bien sentis, avec quelques gang vocals fort agréables, que Mattéo se lâche carrément sur les refrains en chant clair et que l'album promet d'être certes différent de Souvenirs mais d'une qualité tout aussi remarquable. En attendant, on se délecte des trois titres désormais en écoute avec "The Light, The Fire" et "Under Different Welkins".
I'm so sick of these moments with you,
Of staring at all these stars
Hand in hand like two liars,
I swear sometimes I'd rather be dead.
Just like the lights in your eyes,
The lights of the town don't shine like they used to.
How could I let this be ?
Oh how could I let this be ?
What have we got left except this long silence ?
We're fading out as the night falls down.
What have we got left expect this fucking distance that is standing
Right between us ?
We're standing together on the edge like ready to burn.
We're staring at each other, fade along the days,
(We're fading)
Denying a bitter end.
Our fucking dance is endless,
And sometimes, I'd rather be dead,
I'd rather watch us fucking burn.
Endless, our fucking dance is endless,
We're dancing on our graves.
I'd rather watch us...
I'd rather watch us burn.
We're standing together on the edge,
Denying a bitter end.
I've had enough of your fucking bullshit,
To relive each of these lies,
Hand in hand, like two liars.
I swear, sometimes, I'd rather be dead.
Just like this hole in my heart,
My pain keeps growing like it used to.
How could you let this be ?
Oh how could you let this be ?
Our fucking dance is endless
I'd rather watch us fucking burn.
Of staring at all these stars
Hand in hand like two liars,
I swear sometimes I'd rather be dead.
Just like the lights in your eyes,
The lights of the town don't shine like they used to.
How could I let this be ?
Oh how could I let this be ?
What have we got left except this long silence ?
We're fading out as the night falls down.
What have we got left expect this fucking distance that is standing
Right between us ?
We're standing together on the edge like ready to burn.
We're staring at each other, fade along the days,
(We're fading)
Denying a bitter end.
Our fucking dance is endless,
And sometimes, I'd rather be dead,
I'd rather watch us fucking burn.
Endless, our fucking dance is endless,
We're dancing on our graves.
I'd rather watch us...
I'd rather watch us burn.
We're standing together on the edge,
Denying a bitter end.
I've had enough of your fucking bullshit,
To relive each of these lies,
Hand in hand, like two liars.
I swear, sometimes, I'd rather be dead.
Just like this hole in my heart,
My pain keeps growing like it used to.
How could you let this be ?
Oh how could you let this be ?
Our fucking dance is endless
I'd rather watch us fucking burn.
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