Letra de Inner Depression (Syndromes Of Fear) - Antiquus Scriptum
Letra de canci�n de Inner Depression (Syndromes Of Fear) de Antiquus Scriptum lyrics
.The resound of witches hammer, beating in my head
as mournful chants of tempestuousness, karma of one thousand deaths.
Condemned souls a long time ago in an era of supplication,
offering me their measureless pain, wicked presences' manifestation�
�I'm stained to enter into a dimension of terror,
from where I'll never return!
.The reinsist of evil, immemorial cold, pushing me to misanthropy until I get old.
Schizophrenia embrace me now, the unbreakable link of madness.
As satirical truth, dread emerge from the deep realms of sadness�
�I'm stained to enter into a dimension of terror,
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From where I'll never return!
.The syndrome of a living hell!!!...
.The grim essence of oddity permanent in stillness,
am I a ghoul of these modern times, caller of an ancient boldness?
My wintry thoughts about existence put me aside of blinding loves,
my delight is pure dislike toward God and all that rise above�
�I'm stained to enter into a dimension of terror,
from where I'll never return!
.The resound of witches hammer beating in my head!!!�
as mournful chants of tempestuousness, karma of one thousand deaths.
Condemned souls a long time ago in an era of supplication,
offering me their measureless pain, wicked presences' manifestation�
�I'm stained to enter into a dimension of terror,
from where I'll never return!
.The reinsist of evil, immemorial cold, pushing me to misanthropy until I get old.
Schizophrenia embrace me now, the unbreakable link of madness.
As satirical truth, dread emerge from the deep realms of sadness�
�I'm stained to enter into a dimension of terror,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/inner-depression--syndromes-of-fear--antiquus-scriptum.php
From where I'll never return!
.The syndrome of a living hell!!!...
.The grim essence of oddity permanent in stillness,
am I a ghoul of these modern times, caller of an ancient boldness?
My wintry thoughts about existence put me aside of blinding loves,
my delight is pure dislike toward God and all that rise above�
�I'm stained to enter into a dimension of terror,
from where I'll never return!
.The resound of witches hammer beating in my head!!!�
