An Endless Beginning

by Nyhill

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All music written & performed by Nyhill.

Recorded in August MMXVI, at Le Kid Studio near Strasbourg.
Mixed by Jo.

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released September 30, 2016

Yann: Guitar & Vocals
Mat: Bass & Vocals
Quentin: Guitar
Lucas: Drums

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Nyhill Grand Est, France

Loud noises from north-eastern France since MMXII.

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Track Name: Winter Solstice
The wounds have healed but the scars lasted,
regret burnt me from the inside with time.

I ended up alone, together with my memories,
left alone by the ones I loved.
I wish I could remember their names,
I wish I could remember their faces.


(Fear the Reaper!)
Blackened skies cover all above my head,
tonight will be the conclusion to my dull life.
No light will ever break through this broad mist again;
as dawn is brought by blazing shapes, I shall begin anew.

I struggle to ascend slowly towards the light,
as I cease to exist, I arrive into a midwife's hands.
I stare right into the sun, everything is so bright.
I can feel my eyes burning. I cannot stop looking.
Track Name: God Loves Us All
We praise our Lord, our Creator,
the One who gave us our Earth,
the One who let the Jews die,
and the One who lets the poor starve.

Love Him the way he loves you,
love your neighbors as yourselves,
love His son and love the children,
love them all, but women and fags.

We praise our Lord, our Savior,
the One who wanted 'em to die,
the Indians and the Muslims,
all butchered in the name of God!

2000 ans déjà que le Christ est tombé.
2000 and déjà, toujours pas relevé.
2000 ans déjà que les peuples sont damnés.
2000 ans, déjà....

Listen to our words, they're the Truth,
straight out of a thousands of years old book!
Now give us your money, we'll give you faith.
"This is my body, this is my blood"
Track Name: Nocturnal Bleakness
The night is calm, no soul dares to be outside,
icy wind blows on the white roofs and bare trees.
The clear sky shows its depth and endlessness,
the forever countless stars make me feel so small!

The frozen toes and itching skin make me feel alive,
within this long since dead life I am trapped in.
I wish I was where the unknown still reigns,
every step I make is the same as those before.

Oh! Death, come and get me...


Face à ma totale insignifiance,
l’immensité du néant, ma solitude
dans ce monde, comme dans l’univers.
La nuit me porte conseil.

Mon choix est fait.
Il n’y aura pas d’aube.

La nuit m’a porté conseil.
Track Name: Ode to War
My youth was torn apart from me,
as the bullets whistled all around my ears.

I saw comrades die,
whispering their last words, lying in my arms.
But they didn't die in vain,
for I know they’ll all be proud at home!

I still remember how we marched and sang,
we learnt to kill, sweated, and cried, together.
More than just friends, we grew to be brothers!
Oh my brothers, where have you all gone?

But I swear that I’d die for the people living under our flag,
and I’ll defend my nation, even if I have to kill for it.

Oh this sweet sound of screaming men,
intoning this melody I will never forget:
the cruel song of war.
Oh this sweet sound of firing guns and blasting shells,
this cacophony, I will never forget:
the cruel song of war.


Scars, medals and nightmares are all I'm left with now.
My compatriots spit on my pride!
What was I really defending but the cause of wealthy old men?
Now I find myself sleeping on the street, and crying, and dying,
singing this song I will never forget:
this cruel ode to war.