Castrum The Art Of Homicide Lyrics

The Art Of Homicide Lyrics

Can't you see that I am not a part



Of your foul fucking love?



Can't you realize that I do not live in dream



And misanthropy is my spiritual infinity











I play on the strings of mankind



But my symphony is requiem



And the great number of concentration camps



Cover the blood-coloured earth











War funeral march



Is the play on my stage



Holocaust of the races



Is the act number one



I am the artist who creating



The art of homicide











I draw the future of mankind -



Pits full of corpses, crematoriums



Creating the abhorrent masterpiece -



The world of the steelhearted ones











In my play you can't find the scenes of love



They are buried in blood neath concentration camps



On my drawings you can't find the bright colours



Your future coloured in black and red











But I am the artist, the creator



My drawings made of blood of mankind



And in your eyes I'm the God who creating



The art of homicide...