Letra 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 loveWearing a mask of a bad religion Like self-inflicted injury Feeling the tension in every way Unadulterated victoryThe art of killing poetry Created by misanthropyThe secret abyss of strength within Tearing the epidermis from your skin Disseminated decay of my death Silhouettes without extremitiesWearing a mask of a bad religion Like self-inflicted injury Feeling the tension in every way Unadulterated victoryThe art of killing poetry To bring the dark upon the light Created by misanthropy Beneath the crimson tideWearing a mask of a bad religion Like self-inflicted injury Feeling the tension in every way Unadulterated victoryThe 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