Immune - Stormcast

I pity your state

Your insecurity

And your need to undermine me

When seeds of love

Turn to pure hate

And let it blossom into lust

I’m immune to your psychological war

Immune to the pain you emit

I’m immune from you

Immune from you

Afraid of the disarrays

Embrace my darkest ways

Let it blossom into lust

And then wither it must