Lyrics The Purest Strain of Hate - Thy Art Is Murder
Repressed
The
darkness
burns
A
fallen
figure
left
to
desecrate
Exiled
Absolved
of
the
light
I
am
the
purest
strain
of
hate
I
am
the
purest
strain
of
hate
Carved
skin
Engraved
with
endless
sorrow
Degenerated,
tortured
soul
Unconsecrated
Filth
discarded
Despiser
of
all
things
above
and
below
Relentless
chaos
Endless
suffering
Broken
bodies
Seen
as
the
deceased
Unholy
savior
Wretched
conspiracies
In
the
tyrant's
hands
Slaves
you
shall
be
Slaves
you
shall
be
Spineless
followers
Walk
among
the
damned
Despair
thrives
In
their
depravity
Cast
out
An
endless
retribution
claims
The
lives
of
those
who
chose
to
create
A
vile
beast
born
of
animosity
In
the
depths
they
remain
All
shall
be
erased
All
shall
be
erased
In
the
tyrant's
hands
Slaves
you
shall
be
Slaves
you
shall
be
Repressed
The
darkness
burns
A
fallen
figure
left
to
desecrate
Exiled
Absolved
of
the
light
I
am
the
purest
strain
of
hate
I
am
the
purest
strain
of
hate.
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