Paroles de 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 [x2]
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
InterprèteThy Art Is Murder
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