| Song | Arsonist |
| Artist | Between the Buried and Me |
| Album | Between The Buried And Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Compassion no more, the angel sleeps in her blood. | |
| Guilt will ruin… you rest no more. | |
| I will always watch… until the last church is burned, until the guilty drown in blood, until your preachers of filth cease to be. | |
| Everyday I hope… | |
| I hope that your end will bring a better day. | |
| Fuck your god, your god of shit. | |
| Our sin will send the death we wish upon you. | |
| For the families you’ve broken, for the lies you have ruined, we burn the last of you down. “ | |
| Now you will receive us. | |
| We do not ask for your poor, or for your hungry. | |
| We don’t want your tired and sick. | |
| It is your corrupt we claim. | |
| It is your evil that will be sought by us. | |
| With every breath we shall hunt them down everyday. | |
| We will spill their blood till it bleeds down from the sky.” | |
| Now you will receive us, receive the arsonist. |
| Compassion no more, the angel sleeps in her blood. | |
| Guilt will ruin you rest no more. | |
| I will always watch until the last church is burned, until the guilty drown in blood, until your preachers of filth cease to be. | |
| Everyday I hope | |
| I hope that your end will bring a better day. | |
| Fuck your god, your god of shit. | |
| Our sin will send the death we wish upon you. | |
| For the families you' ve broken, for the lies you have ruined, we burn the last of you down. " | |
| Now you will receive us. | |
| We do not ask for your poor, or for your hungry. | |
| We don' t want your tired and sick. | |
| It is your corrupt we claim. | |
| It is your evil that will be sought by us. | |
| With every breath we shall hunt them down everyday. | |
| We will spill their blood till it bleeds down from the sky." | |
| Now you will receive us, receive the arsonist. |
| Compassion no more, the angel sleeps in her blood. | |
| Guilt will ruin you rest no more. | |
| I will always watch until the last church is burned, until the guilty drown in blood, until your preachers of filth cease to be. | |
| Everyday I hope | |
| I hope that your end will bring a better day. | |
| Fuck your god, your god of shit. | |
| Our sin will send the death we wish upon you. | |
| For the families you' ve broken, for the lies you have ruined, we burn the last of you down. " | |
| Now you will receive us. | |
| We do not ask for your poor, or for your hungry. | |
| We don' t want your tired and sick. | |
| It is your corrupt we claim. | |
| It is your evil that will be sought by us. | |
| With every breath we shall hunt them down everyday. | |
| We will spill their blood till it bleeds down from the sky." | |
| Now you will receive us, receive the arsonist. |