Cowards Throne - Thy Art Is Murder

We are the plague of rotting flesh the dead that roam this earth

Servants to the shadows left to feed on carcasses

Soul tormentors, leaching life from the clean

Diseases spreading, chaos, fear, hate for all to feel

Together we rise, to take down this god of yours

And darkness will reign overall

Stand forth, where is this one you call god?

An adversary in a coward’s throne

A message from my master, the time is now

Feel the fire from within, the blood is boiling

Watch their soul destruct;

I tear it from their fucking corpses

We are the demons, hunting, killing, slaying

Raping god’s slaves, their blood will fill the rivers

An epic tide of Satan’s rage

Stand forth you coward, a so called savior

Save your world or watch it burn

Through the darkness, arise the servants of Christ

Pray this is the end of their days, their lives bound by a book of lies

How can you judge what does not die?

The fires of holocaust fueled by the souls of the Christians

The fires of holocaust will burn for eternity

Upon them is the hour of slaughter

Hear the screams, the sound of triumph

A message from my master, life must not go on

A message from your master, save yourself

A message from my master, obliterate mankind

A message from your master, I’ve failed you all

This is the end of days, now watch it burn