Lyrics
There is a primal instinct that can not be tamed
There exists an innate, instinctive force that cannot be controlled or subdued.
There is a destructive power that can not be named
There is a potent force of destruction that is so intense it remains unnamed.
I wallow in my filth and treasure the stains
I indulge in my own vileness and value the marks it leaves behind.
Branded by the blood in my veins
Marked or identified by the ancestral lineage and its associated characteristics.
Hate and rage
Feelings of intense dislike and fury.
Will not be buried in time
These emotions will persist and not fade away with time.
Death is certain
Death is inevitable.
So is the wrath of mine
My anger and fury are also certain and inevitable.
There is a primal instinct that can not be tamed
Similar to line 1, reiterating the uncontrollable nature of an inherent instinct.
There is a destructive power that can not be named
Similar to line 2, emphasizing an unnamed yet immensely powerful force of destruction.
An everlasting hatred
A persistent, enduring feeling of extreme animosity.
That can not be reduced or taken away
This intense hatred cannot be diminished or taken away.
There are no limits for its desire
There are no boundaries or restrictions to its cravings or aspirations.
The wrath sustain
The rage endures or persists.
Scavengers, looters, and fools
Individuals who scavenge, steal, and lack wisdom.
My inspiration and my tools
They serve as both my motivation and instruments for action.
Without these empty souls
Without these hollow and lacking individuals, my rage wouldn't manifest.
My wrath would not unfold
My anger and fury would not express themselves without these individuals.
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