Текст (слова) песни: Venin Noir - Better Days Never Come (Lament - Vessels of Hope)

[music: Santos/Coelho/Dias lyrics: Dias]

["None can determine how gifts are given. This song brings someone sighting his own destiny. When everything conspires against our goals, each day it feels more difficult to believe in them, until we are finally sure that those promised better days are nothing but wishful thinkings."]

[I - Lament]

Better days never come, they were not meant to be
If laments could be heard
Then mine would sound like this
Better days never come, they were not meant to be
Theyre manmade godlike gifts in a vein that cant bleed
I know these days wont come... I accept my fate

[II - Vessels of Hope]

Theres an ache to return
That keeps fighting in the mess
Now Im all ashes to burn in my own
Hopefully getting out of bless
Better days never come
They are manmade godlike gifts

Forget all emotions, so ephemeral certainties
Forget all emotions, magisteries carved in tears
All degrees of suffering are smaller than desire

Poor soul of these, living for what will never be
In this harvest we can only sow defeat
Were vessels of hope when the fiddle sights urging for more
Our joys are tasteless
Theyre gone colour-blind to renewed promises

So quit your decrepit mirth
Leer upon my flair to make haste
A feeling that chokes since birth
Virtual hazard encages the waste
Better days never come
They are manmade godlike gifts

You need me around (those needs I repel)
To prove fate wrong (repenting the miracle)
But whats in store? (We could never control)

In vain you hide the truth (get me wrong)
The unpredictable (grows me strong)
Flickering losses (speed up my heart)
Better days never come
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Damsel Of Grief
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Naughty Elegy
No Meaning
Rainy Days Of October
Reap The Grand
Redemption Through Pain
Soothe the Wrath of God
The Lunar Soil, Pt I - A View to Yesterday
The Lunar Soil, Pt II - Perfect and Cold
The Wine
Vile Pledge
Waiting on Your Fall