Furnace Of Hate

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 fuc*** 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
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

Cowards Throne

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