Paroles de The Art Of Killing Poetry

Screams of pain dismembering the wind Storms of corruption elevating my wings Souls withered in my flameless frost No difference between my hate and your love Wearing a mask of a bad religion Like self-inflicted injury Feeling the tension in every way Unadulterated victory The art of killing poetry Created by misanthropy The secret abyss of strength within Tearing the epidermis from your skin Disseminated decay of my death Silhouettes without extremities Wearing a mask of a bad religion Like self-inflicted injury Feeling the tension in every way Unadulterated victory The art of killing poetry To bring the dark upon the light Created by misanthropy Beneath the crimson tide Wearing a mask of a bad religion Like self-inflicted injury Feeling the tension in every way Unadulterated victory The art of killing poetry Created by misanthropy The art of killing poetry To bring the dark upon the light Created by misanthropy Beneath the crimson tide