Woeful Malignance Songtext
von Vredensdal

There is something evil in all of us
Something twisted and surreal
You believe that what it is should be more obvious
Based on the way you fucking feel

My silence does not fit into a body
It does not take on a holy name
It is defined by pessimism and longing
And to obstruct what is commonly sane

The silence calls you deeper into the void
A burning lust to cause stress
A pragmatic volume of decrepit phases
The quality of life yet I digress


The tyrant shade behind your eyes
Takes matters into its own hands
A Woeful Malignance exists eternally
Clash of morality and demonic demands

Choose to deny it′s presence
And lose all your power
As your concious mind begins to decay
You blame it on another

In Nomine dei nostri sathanas luciferi excelsi

The supernatural is a myth
And is nothing natural about society
For what was super is now buried
Forgotten and wasted, mocking sobriety

You feel a presence outside of the self
Is it a manifestation of your fears?
In your darkest corner, where Earth's secrets dwell
Who will be standing there?

SATAN