Infected by another, my hatred is awoken It's our immortal struggle, that I am bound to make you suffer
I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred
I point across the ninth wave, with my outstretched finger With hatred in my ambition, to turn your womb into a tomb
I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred
In a hovel in the sinister land, you nurse your babe to be Accursed larvae, I liquidate within thee.....
Infected by another, my hatred is awoken It's our immortal struggle, that I am bound to make you suffer
I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred
All your joys, hopes and dreams shall become unto oblivion potential years of happiness taken from you via sorcery I make poisons, I make death, I breathe hatred in the winds...
Inhale...
I spasm in ecstasy as the rot within you dissolves Now my work is done, I retire in satisfaction May you remain barren for all time to come I expect creativity, in your riposte You could be creative, behind that mask of idiocy
I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred
Potential years of happiness taken from you via sorcery Stillborn...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
