Thy Art Is Murder — Until There Is No Longer

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A call for bloodshed from devils of old
Fire rains upon the fallen, incinerate the souls
Storm the gardens of Eden, tear down the idols
‘Til nothing remains, reawaken the cycle, uh

They have died a thousand deaths
But you will die a thousand more
Cold skin, pale flesh, withered in agony
Reform, distort, inhuman tragedy
Hereditary war, congenital death
The ghosts in your lungs consume your final breath

Oh, watchers of the plague
Eternity in rapture, еternity in chains
Hellfire boils thе blood of the nihilists
Children thrown to the wolves, their only future is violence

Divide and conquer
Until there’s no longer
The sin of the shepherd’s fall
Eradicate us all
Eradicate us all

Great is the wickedness
Of the sons of man
Great is the wickedness
Of the sons of man

Return to bloodshed, return to cold
The night reigns forever, terrorizing the soul
Lock the gates of heaven, imprisoned to earth
A plane of dying light, blasphemous rebirth

Hellfire boils the blood of the nihilists
Children thrown to the wolves, their only future is violence

Divide and conquer
Until there’s no longer
The sin of the shepherd’s fall
Eradicate us all

The watchers of the fallen sky
The God who lets his children die
As it was, it shall be evermore
They’ve died a thousand deaths
But you will die a thousand more

You will die a thousand more

Great is the wickedness
Of the sons of man