Dear Desolation Songtext
von Thy Art Is Murder

Piece by piece, the masses torn apart
By a killer with purpose
Piece by piece, reform, exist to engorge
Upon the souls of the weak and the worthless

The blood of the beast, the flesh of the sheep
The parasites turn to the plague
With open arms, the sickened psalms
Embrace the end of days

One by one the houses fell
The moral compass is abandoned
One by one the fevers swell
A cancerous swarm, be forewarned
A dying earth can′t withstand it

Piece by piece, the masses torn apart
Annihilation, nothing is left
Piece by piece, I watch as droves of man
Draw in their final breath


Hollow horizon turn to black
With open arms, I embrace
A world of ruin, a world of ash

Dear desolation, pull me deeper into flame
The idols of man have bathed in blood
No sense in pretending
We deserve a fucking happy ending

The widow of the world
Grieves not for the death of her people
No eulogies, no funerals, no sense in pretending
We deserve a fucking happy ending

Dear desolation, pull me deeper into flame
The idols of man have bathed in blood
No sense in pretending
We deserve a fucking happy ending

The widow of the world
Grieves not for the death of her people
No eulogies, no funerals, no sense in pretending
We deserve a fucking happy ending