Texty:
Insomnium The Day It All Came Down

of her fades Left but anguish and shame to haunt me in the shades So be it, perdition is my home, Since the day it all came down

s gone again The clouds are moving heavily, across the livid sky Yonder the hues are darkening, slowly turning grey to black For the two who stray in dusk, all

murky night And the wind groan its wistful song For the ill-lucked dwellers in plight These two round-shouldered figures Forward slowly through this grey day

: What solemnity can be found in this death? A traitor's smile, the honour of betrayal How comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights? What solace

castaway Solace I find in the light of the pale moon My comfort in the night the murmur of the trees Now I set forth without ever glancing back It is

wound Because love it is crying for is gone Now that this night has turned into a dawn I give up this life I have been leading Left with all these things