Laulunsanoja:
Thy Art Is Murder

I fuck your daughters Hack them up Kill them one by one The taste of pure slut is all that keeps me here Lock up your doors Lock up the sluts Lock up

Beneath the surface lies a legion of the darkest era, buried in masses, burnt and left as ashes. The graves are filled with maggots eating, rotting flesh

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

is no hope. You are helpless to the chaos that has raped your world. Genocide to all that are innocent, we have waited for this day and now it is time

, gravity showers you in your own filth. Still squirming, eyes open as I gaze at my masterpiece, these gaping wounds tell a story. Your life is worth

female race. There's no remorse. There's no remorse in me. I keep wanting to burn my name onto the gospel. Or burn the Bible to hell. Religion is a futile

over all. Stand forth! Where is this one you call god?! An adversary in a coward's throne, a message from my master, the time is now. Feel the fire from

. Why do they fucking breathe? Why do they fucking breathe? This world has been raped by drugs, a place fueled by ignorance, this world is on it's final

trophy to remember my first, a sense of completion, the stench of her rotting organs now linger for eternity. My seed is growing slowly in this lifeless