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