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• Artiste: Dekadent
• Titre: Sundays Lament
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Bright morning on Dark Sunday Broke into my Dream Calm and rapture faded Your impression dimmed Wish I'd never wake again, wish You'd never leave Wish I'd dream until The End, when You would meet me as that Morning Ray, that brightened, Revealed my wicked way I wish I'd never dream again, I wish we'd never met I wish I could have turned again, I wish this Dream was dead False were all the Angels, false was The Hope of Light I have been left to my dismay, couldn't see that Day coming right my way Hate came into every word I said, by Demons been misled and I had wanted that I had left to your dismay, wished to see that Day Coming up your way Hate was in every word you said