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• Artiste: All Hallow's Evil
• Titre: The Art Of Dying Slow
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Our sun has set Pulling darkness over our eyes but we already blackened our skies an absence that remains untouched As if by design we close our eyes and hope to climb reaching in vain only to find nothing in our hands The light of day will highlight the faults once again So close your eyes and pray that the night will never end With the truth just a memory It's just that easy to ignore When complacency's the way to go The joy of life becomes the art of dying slow Through false hope we fall We turn our eyes to the sky To make the Earth go away But through our gaze we never see Despair became our sky today And the ground was thought a giant grave as a requiem fell on the stave and the symphony began to play Thus we regress a day is just another lament commemorating our descent and the frailty of joy The veil of night shall hide the fate from which we all run but a lack of night cannot disguise that our fall has begun Distracted by the sun, we looked into the sky we couldn't see the end 'til it was right before our eyes With the truth just a memory It's just that easy to ignore When complacency's the way to go The joy of life becomes the art of dying slow Through false hope we fall We turn our eyes to the sky To make the Earth go away But through our gaze we never see Despair became our sky today