Stillborn Hatred

Abaddon Incarnate

Infected by another, my hatred is awoken

It's our immortal struggle, that I am bound to make you suffer

I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust

I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred

I point across the ninth wave, with my outstretched finger

With hatred in my ambition, to turn your womb into a tomb

I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust

I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred

In a hovel in the sinister land, you nurse your babe to be

Accursed larvae, I liquidate within thee...

Infected by another, my hatred is awoken

It's our immortal struggle, that I am bound to make you suffer

I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust

I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred

All your joys, hopes and dreams shall become unto oblivion

potential years of happiness taken from you via sorcery

I make poisons, I make death, I breathe hatred in the winds...

Inhale...

I spasm in ecstasy as the rot within you dissolves

Now my work is done, I retire in satisfaction

May you remain barren for all time to come

I expect creativity, in your riposte

You could be creative, behind that mask of idiocy

I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust

I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred

Potential years of happiness taken from you via sorcery

Stillborn...

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