The Purest Strain of Hate - Thy Art Is Murder

Repressed

The darkness burns

A fallen figure left to desecrate

Exiled

Absolved of the light I am the purest strain of hate

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

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

All shall be erased

In the tyrant’s hands

Slaves you shall be

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

I am the purest strain of hate