Lyrics The Art of Killing Poetry - Sodom

The Art of Killing Poetry

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