Wombbath - Conceal Interior Torments | Текст песни

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A melancholy atmosphere
Settled his fate
The conditioned
Makes worse vigorous

His soul
Will leave his body
He's sentenced by death
Infected and physically ill
Sickness decrease
Rigorous

Still alive with
Consideration
To the pre-eminent power

Blamed in front of all
He's the one
They used to scold


Conceal the interior torments
An eternal employment
Conceal the interior...

Absorbed in profound minds
Of different kinds
Various times
The vicious recollection
Afflict

Lost all confidence
A sequence of way out
Waste all the time

It's time to die
They disown the deeds

Is that real to
Conceal the interior...

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