Where is my soul, where is the purpose, of which I was told, where is the beauty, to which the blind eyes scold, (...) I am the malignance in your mind you dread, dread, (you dread)
Where is my soul, where is the purpose, of which I was told, where is the beauty, to which the blind eyes scold, (...) I am the malignance in your mind you dread, dread, (you dread)