The Widower - Conception Of An Infernal Being | Текст песни

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There is a hatred
Burning inside of me
It's burning
Combusting holes in my head
Destruction of this torrid wasteland

This curse
Is rising up (rising up)
Through me
These torturous feelings of disgust
Have made me blind
Turned my eyes into rust
Humanity is nothing but dust
This is the creation of an abomination
The conception of infernal ideas
This is the creation of an abomination
Panic desperation this is not your reality

I am the conqueror of graves
I am the vanquisher of light
Unsanctified thoughts running circles in
In my head
In my fucking head

Forget everything you love
Forget everything you are

There is something rising up inside of me
There is something screaming for blood

This is me
This is me
My heart Belongs to hate
Fuck

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