Thy Art Is Murder - The Purest Strain Of Hate

Repressed The darkness burns A fallen figure left to desecrate Exiled Absolved of the light I am the purest strain of hate Carved skin Engraved with endless sorrow Degenerated, tortured soul Unconsecrated Filth discarded Despiser of all things above and below Relentless chaos Endless suffering Broken bodies Seen as the deceased Unholy savior Wretched conspiracies In the tyrant's hands Slaves you shall be Spineless followers Walk among the damned Despair thrives In their depravity Cast out An endless retribution claims The lives of those who chose to create A vile beast born of animosity In the depths they remain All shall be erased In the tyrant's hands Slaves you shall be Repressed The darkness burns A fallen figure left to desecrate Exiled Absolved of the light I am the purest strain of hate.