Thy Art Is Murder - Furnace Of Hate lyrics

f** 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 f**ing rot. For not my thoughts, but my actions. I plan to spill their blood. Their worthless lives will not be spared. I feel the beats 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 no let them live. They stand against me. It's time they face defeat, eternal sin into damnation. My unrelenting urge to k** begins to take control of me. A victim in my hands, a fate worse than d**h. Skin them alive. Torch their insides. They can't escape, their life I must take. Their soul is mine to torture and rape. They are the plague. They are the slaves. Prepare to bleed