ToLetras - Letras para cada momento.

MY LIBRARY

Recent Saved Album Artists

Decrepit Purification

de Thy Art Is Murder

There 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 to feast
We must find them and end their existence
To spare themselves from unimaginable torture, it has started tearing limbs from torsos to disable our prey, the blood of the innocent deep within my veins
My strength growing with every drop, separate the heads from the bodies
These pests are not worthy of a name
The bodies pile up
Limbs intertwining each appendage lifeless as the last, the putrid stench of dead cunts boils my blood
The thought of victims that are yet to be devoured is what motivates this holocaust
I need to stop the birth of the deceased
We kill in packs, a force of evil they should never conquer, surrendering will not bring them mercy, only divide the cowards from the brave
They will be butchered, erased from this land
Humanity is obsolete
Carving in the faces of women and children, their fathers forced to watch as they are bludgeoned, tenacious murdering, extorting a breath from the naive, the death squad hunts you

Más canciones de Thy Art Is Murder