Vengeance - Thy Art Is Murder

There is murder with purpose

The desire to pull the throats from the perverse

Vindicated hate

The innocence taken

Is repaid with the blood

Of all those forsaken

Hung from the oak

Upside down

He will fall to you quicker

He is with you now

The children never sleep

Eyes forever awake

Hiding secret

Pain and mistakes

Hell is in their home

Light has left their heart

Innocence is shattered

Souls torn apart

I hear their cries

About the wolves in disguise

So I’ll cut out their empty hearts

And tear out their eyes

Preying on the weak

I’ll kill your fucking breed

Taking back the lives of the children that you beat

Violence can be righteous and vengeance can be pure

Hands designed to nurture

Now used for torture

The only cure is murder

The only cure is murder

Hung from the oak

Upside down

He will fall to you quicker

He is with you now