The Art Of Killing Poetry — Sodom

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