Fee download Nocturnal Depression Album Nostalgia Fragments of a Broken Past
Country : France (PARIS)
Tape version by Winterreich Records in April 2007 and limited to 500 copies.
Additional cassette version released by Night Birds Records (Ukraine) in August
2010.
Re-released by Sun & Moon Records in September 21, 2007. Re-recorded,
re-arranged and re-mastered. CD came out in normal jewelcase and contains the
video for Nostalgia.
Additional cassette version released by Night Birds Records (Ukraine) in August
2010.
Re-released by Sun & Moon Records in September 21, 2007. Re-recorded,
re-arranged and re-mastered. CD came out in normal jewelcase and contains the
video for Nostalgia.
1. And Fall The February Snow 09:19
2. A Life To Suffer 15:13
3. Intermezzo Pt I - Fragments Of The Past.... 04:24
4. Suicidal Metal Anthems 12:20
5. Intermezzo Pt II - ... Lie Broken And Lifeless 05:11
6. Nostalgia 20:34
7. In My Dreams
2. A Life To Suffer 15:13
3. Intermezzo Pt I - Fragments Of The Past.... 04:24
4. Suicidal Metal Anthems 12:20
5. Intermezzo Pt II - ... Lie Broken And Lifeless 05:11
6. Nostalgia 20:34
7. In My Dreams
And once again despair is kissing me
With her cold ghostly lips
My own destruction is leading me to my grave
That I digged for many times
And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought
Forgotten, sad, miserable s**t
As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories
You've broken us, piece by piece
The score of my soundtrack is written by blood
Music of suicide written in red
I did it myself, my wrists are also opened
And like my tears, it's cascading
Everything has been lost behind us
On my kness, hands on my face
The sun is appearing into the spring morning
Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust
Now you don't care about him
You live on the other side of feelings
But our February snow
is now covering my lifeless body
With her cold ghostly lips
My own destruction is leading me to my grave
That I digged for many times
And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought
Forgotten, sad, miserable s**t
As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories
You've broken us, piece by piece
The score of my soundtrack is written by blood
Music of suicide written in red
I did it myself, my wrists are also opened
And like my tears, it's cascading
Everything has been lost behind us
On my kness, hands on my face
The sun is appearing into the spring morning
Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust
Now you don't care about him
You live on the other side of feelings
But our February snow
is now covering my lifeless body
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