Paroles Seasons Of The Scythe de The Accursed

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  • Chanson: Seasons Of The Scythe
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Textes et Paroles de Seasons Of The Scythe



Welcome to my nightmares call, Welcome to my nightmares call,
you steady your head and ill take
Control, you make me a god under your mind,
make me a profit of deaths design

You kill me once you kill me twice,
My hand controls the swinging life
You kill me once you kill me twice
These are the seasons of the scythe.

The reaper mourns the loss of me,
inside my head becomes diseased,
Inside my head my thoughts drop dead,
I feel the wrath of death instead.

I hate the way I feel inside,
I fear this hate I bring to life,
My mind explodes, from wondering why,
My only way out, is to die,
I feel this hate philosophy;
inside the screams cease to be,
You kill me once, you kill me twice,
these are the seasons of the scythe.

I fear this hate philosophy,
in time I'll cease to be,
You kill me once. You kill me again
These seasons haunt you until the end

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