Furnace of Hate Songtext
von 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 fucking 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, 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