Fur And Claw - Thy Art Is Murder

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