Lyrics Fur And Claw - Thy Art Is Murder

Fur And Claw

Human parasite
Burn in the body bags
Stuff the sacs with disease and filth
Homicide to purify
A world of wither and wilt
We are the human parasite
Slaves with no masters
Human parasite
Global infliction
Global disaster
The ravens turn their eyes from the land
And take flight towards the sea
Where they finally collapse in exhaustion
And sink to the abyss and algae
And the slugs burrow in the soil
Channeling through timber and vine
Where they finally wain and wither
Beneath weeping pines
And the wolves lead the flocks to the hilltops
Where they hurl unto plains below
Twisted and broken by rock
They sink to the catacombs!
Oh, the wrath of man
Fur and claw
Now flee the land!
Blind, to the failures of the flesh!
Nothing to return!
Nothing is left!
Human, parasite!
Human, parasite!
(Human, parasite! Human, parasite!)
Conscience settles into comfort
Still bound by tragedy
To an earth that heaves with ruin
Contempt in suffering
Look now upon your brother
The vessel of foul will
You will see the face of another
Complacent with the blood that spills
Servants with no masters
Masters with no soul
Man is a plague
Swallowing all he beholds!
Oh, the wrath of man
Fur and claw
Now flee the land!
Blind, to the failures of the flesh!
Nothing to return!
Nothing is left!
Burn in the body bag
Human parasite
Burn in the body bag
Human parasite