Lyrics Thy Art Is Murder

Thy Art Is Murder

Child of Sorrow

Child of sorrow

Born in hell

Birthed in blood

Child of sorrow

Innocence undone

Peasants turn the plow to man

Visions of heaven bring hell to the land

Ritualistic execution of the masses

Like lambs to the slaughter

Poisoned vision, the venom it pierces

The hearts of the holy order

Ash in their throats

The word of the lord

Sewn with the seeds of destruction

Peasants turn the plow to man

Visions of heaven bring hell to the land

Child of sorrow

Born in hell

Birthed in blood

Child of sorrow

Innocence undone

Blasphemous cross

Blasphemous cross sewn with the bones

The remnants of life torn off by the wolves

Blasphemous cross

A nation carved out by the blade of the vile

How we mourn for the motherless child

Ash in their throats

The word of the lord

Sewn with the seeds of destruction

Peasants turn the plow to man

Visions of heaven bring hell to the land

Blasphemous cross

The young will grow with hate in their hearts

Our world will burn forever