Conceal Interior Torments - Wombbath

A melancholy atmosphere

Settled his fate

The conditioned

Makes worse vigorous

His soul

Will leave his body

He’s sentenced by death

Infected and physically ill

Sickness decrease

Rigorous

Still alive with

Consideration

To the pre-eminent power

Blamed in front of all

He’s the one

They used to scold

Conceal the interior torments

An eternal employment

Conceal the interior…

Absorbed in profound minds

Of different kinds

Various times

The vicious recollection

Afflict

Lost all confidence

A sequence of way out

Waste all the time

It’s time to die

They disown the deeds

Is that real to

Conceal the interior…