3 acessos
Dismal vermin all around, a corpse that wanders in the shadows
Stubborn man with two blind eyes, besieged by thoughts of exploitation
Glorified yet in the mud, you claim to be of higher knowledge
Loneliness now weighs you down; you speak to your own damn reflection
This evil inside became my private conflagration…
All this pain erodes my verve; space and time become my torture
The wound, the spite, the thought, the wrath, like an ancient malediction
Roots that pierce deep through my soul, lacerating me in this abyss
No more peace of mind for me, a veil of wrath now blinds my senses
Since the evil inside became my private conflagration
I crave in pain for the end: to drag you down to my inferno
Blind and shuddering infection, a stillborn heir to a stranded soul…. to my soul
My own grief has torn me apart; I hardly bear all of this pressure
Unrestrained, my fury grows, setting free a wild obsession
Words that cut through like a knife, they bear the mark of condescension
Rotting in the charnel house within you
Since the evil inside became my private conflagration
I crave in pain for the end: to drag you down to my inferno… my inferno