A More Than Fiendish Malevolence by Thalarion Lyrics
(A brief commentary of Juraj Grezdo: "This text harmonizes with feelings of misanthropy, it's the real image of my mind when I was disappointed and frustrated from everybody and everything and I had a whiles when I was able to kill a man by a little impulse. It's very personal lyric saying about misanthropic states of my mind".)
If tomorrow I die, today I would unburden my soul
I grew day by day, more moody, more irritable
More regardless of the feelings of others
But I soon found a dislike to everyone arising within me
By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance
Rose into the bitterness and hatred
The fury of a demon possessed me, I knew myself no longer
For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm
Beneath the pressure of torments such as these
The feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed
Evil thoughts became my sole intimates
The darkest and most evil thoughts
A more than fiendish malevolence
Thrilled every fibre of my frame
But it was only a feeble feeling
And the soul remained untouched
If tomorrow I die, today I would unburden my soul
I grew day by day, more moody, more irritable
More regardless of the feelings of others
But I soon found a dislike to everyone arising within me
A more than fiendish malevolence
Thrilled every fibre of my frame
But it was only a feeble feeling
And the soul remained untouched
If tomorrow I die, today I would unburden my soul
I grew day by day, more moody, more irritable
More regardless of the feelings of others
But I soon found a dislike to everyone arising within me
By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance
Rose into the bitterness and hatred
The fury of a demon possessed me, I knew myself no longer
For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm
Beneath the pressure of torments such as these
The feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed
Evil thoughts became my sole intimates
The darkest and most evil thoughts
A more than fiendish malevolence
Thrilled every fibre of my frame
But it was only a feeble feeling
And the soul remained untouched
If tomorrow I die, today I would unburden my soul
I grew day by day, more moody, more irritable
More regardless of the feelings of others
But I soon found a dislike to everyone arising within me
A more than fiendish malevolence
Thrilled every fibre of my frame
But it was only a feeble feeling
And the soul remained untouched