Agretator An Infirm Soul
Pathogenic thoughts, a guilty conscience The mock of society, a dreaded adversary Living a life in penury, a sensation of pain Forever being incured, an infirm soul Empty holes to fill with hate, feeling void of all thoughts Stay in the house of mourning, misfeasance around the world Rebuke all living matter, whom is here to judge Heavy blankets of red, flock around your head Life has failed, bear all misery The beast in all, die of grief Sorrow yet to come, a filthy mentality detest the pure, a wretched personality What created is ravage, a strong nuisance The view is morose, an untamed ferocity Images of the forgotten, tears from the sky Clouds of deepest color, passages that leads away Sounds of heavy armour, seeking the final place Emotion blowing in the wind, swallowed by drained souls Flowers rotting in silence, the truth is hard to accept Nothing more to win, death is slowly emerging No more wishes to fulfill, enjoy this last dawn
