The Accursed - Seasons of the Scythe lyrics

Welcome to my nightmares call, Welcome to my nightmares call, You steady your head and ill take Control, you make me a god under your mind, Make me a profit of d**hs design You k** me once you k** me twice, My hand controls the swinging life You k** me once you k** me twice These are the seasons of the scythe. The reaper mourns the loss of me, Inside my head becomes diseased, Inside my head my thoughts drop dead, I feel the wrath of d**h instead. I hate the way I feel inside, I fear this hate I bring to life, My mind explodes, from wondering why, My only way out, is to die, I feel this hate philosophy; Inside the screams cease to be, You k** me once, you k** me twice, These are the seasons of the scythe. I fear this hate philosophy, In time I'll cease to be, You k** me once. You k** me again These seasons haunt you until the end.