Thy Art Is Murder
Furnace of Hate
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 the 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
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
Watch them ignite in the furnace of hate
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
They are the plague, they are the slaves
They are the plague
They are the slaves

Prepare to bleed
Prepare to bleed