Furnace Of Hate - Thy Art Is Murder

Fuck what you’ve built

My hate is stronger than your faith

No gates, no walls will stop my dying thirst for blood for rape

A plague of weakness created by slaves

Infection spreads, these peasants must be slain

I’ve chosen not to follow your ways

Your disciples will burn and fucking rot

Fear not my thoughts but my actions

I plan to spill their blood;

their worthless lives will not be spared

I feel the beast inside me, a darkness has consumed me

The helpless look into the sky, praying for salvation

Screams of agony are proof of a god that’s failed them

I will not let them live, they stand against me

It’s time they face defeat eternal sin into damnation

My unrelenting urge to kill begins to take control of me

A victim in my hands, a fate worse than death

Skin them alive, Torch their insides

They can’t escape, their life I must take

Their soul is mine to torture to rape

They are the plague, they are the slaves

Prepare to bleed