The Fine Art of Murder
Album - 27 ottobre 1998 - Debaser id 2953

[Music: Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann]

Scoff at the bloodloss
No feeling of repulsion
Grabbing at insanity
Life is your illusion

You will die, I will not cry
I will live, you will not
You will die, I will not cry
Black expands dying's at hand

Stand firm upon battlements
Many fall orders followed
Weak die embarrassment
Heroes' names are hallowed
To die alone in terror
Many die in horror
Bodies clutch together
For peace to try and restore

You will die, I will not cry
I will live, you will not
You will die, I will not cry
Black expands dying's at hand

Plans are laid, bodies displayed
Lands are taken, bones are breaking

Scoff at the bloodloss
No feeling of repulsion
Grabbing at insanity
Life is your illusion

You will die, I will not cry
I will live, you will not
You will die, I will not cry
Black expands dying's at hand

Stand firm upon battlements
Many fall orders followed
Weak die embarrassment
Heroes' names are hallowed
To die alone in terror
Many die in horror
Bodies clutch together
For peace to try and restore

You will die, I will not cry
I will live, you will not
You will die, I will not cry
Black expands dying's at hand

[Music: Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann]

Annul a race, destroy a kind
I'll take their land, I won't lose mine
Murder honored <i>[misprinted as "honered" in CD liner notes?]</i>, peace is quelled
Death or dishonor, spirit melts
Pushing on, fire fight
Limbs on the ground, blinded sight
Piercing slug, piercing scream
Spraying blood, my enemy

Setting sights to take lives
To delimb, no war crimes
Feel the rape of your land
Drop like shit, useless stand
Incendiary <i>[misprinted as "Incinderary" in CD liner notes?]</i>, you are ended
Still to fight, attempt and defend

Let me hear your battle cry
Is it the same before you die
Smell the death, inhale <i>[the/your]</i> pain
Taste the fear, violent insane
Skin burns hotter before it's cold
Into mass graves the bodies roll

Marching on killing fields
Through the blood pools wars ideals
Slice or hack or all is lost
Nuclear frost
Hand to hand, gun on gun
Biggest kill ratio wins the hunt
Pace the shells follow through
Extinguish and rule

Marching on killing fields
Through the blood pools wars ideals
Slice or hack or all is lost
Nuclear frost
Hand to hand, gun on gun
Biggest kill ratio wins the hunt
Pace the shells follow through
Extinguish and rule

Mass graves, the slain lie
Mass graves, coved with lye
Mass graves, tortured soul cries
Mass graves, war crimes

Annul a race, destroy a kind
I'll take their land, I won't lose mine
Murder honored <i>[misprinted as "honered" in CD liner notes?]</i>, peace is quelled
Death or dishonor, spirit melts

Setting sights to take lives
To delimb, no war crimes
Feel the rape of your land
Drop like shit, useless stand
Incendiary <i>[misprinted as "Incinderary" in CD liner notes?]</i>, you are ended
Still to fight, attempt and defend

Let me hear your battle cry
Is it the same before you fucking die
Smell the death, inhale <i>[the/your]</i> pain
Taste the fear, violent insane
Skin burns hotter before it's cold
Into mass graves the bodies roll

[Music: Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann]

So, you think you've won
Fucked up all my fun
Reason that I live
All that I can give
I will find another
The worse it will be
You may have stopped this
But you can't stop me!

Staring at you, obsessing
Grabbing for you, mind stressing

Staring at you, obsessing
Grabbing for you, mind stressing
Stalk, scorned

Again I will unleash
This lust, it is my call
I know that I feast
Your body soon will fall
Pray to the stalker
Prey of the stalker

Hiding in trees
Peering through windows I see
That which will be solely owned by me
Stalking scorned