The Art of Killing Poetry - Sodom

Screams of pain dismembering the wind

Storms of corruption elevating my wings

Souls withered in my flameless frost

No difference between my hate and your love

Wearing a mask of a bad religion

Like self-inflicted injury

Feeling the tension in every way

Unadulterated victory

The art of killing poetry

Created by misanthropy

The secret abyss of strength within

Tearing the epidermis from your skin

Disseminated decay of my death

Silhouettes without extremities

Wearing a mask of a bad religion

Like self-inflicted injury

Feeling the tension in every way

Unadulterated victory

The art of killing poetry

To bring the dark upon the light

Created by misanthropy

Beneath the crimson tide

Wearing a mask of a bad religion

Like self-inflicted injury

Feeling the tension in every way

Unadulterated victory

The art of killing poetry

Created by misanthropy

The art of killing poetry

To bring the dark upon the light

Created by misanthropy

Beneath the crimson tide