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The Black Dahlia Murder (band)( The Black Dahlia Murder )
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Hymn for the Wretched
Lyricist:Eschbach Brian Garrett, Grady Cory James, Kempainon John A, Lock David Russell Ian, Strnad Trevor Scott
We are the blackness of the night cold wind that cuts your flesh We are the enemy praying for your certain death We are what was, will be forevermore In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark
Children of the blackest seed Reared on murder and deceit We are the thorns of human woe His will be done
To the humble maggots to the putrid flies Where death and hatred lurk we shall survive To the diseases to the sharpest knives When daybreak no more comes we shall arise
We are the sickness, the stench of the deceased Your father's secret shame our violent wrath shall be unleashed We feast on blood and the weakness of your kind From the haunted depths we have arisen to slither as the snake
Children of the blackest seed Reared on murder and deceit We are the thorns of human woe His will be done
To the humble maggots to the putrid flies Where death and hatred lurk we shall survive To the diseases to the sharpest knives When daybreak no more comes we shall arise
Lurking legion of the obscene Unheard forever in between Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Unbound The liars in wait our being you forsake
Whispers upon the winds, profane Unheard, the wretched and the insane Unbound, forgotten, ignored The ugliness abhorred
The razor, the bullet, the length of rope Our tools are numerous, our hatred overflows The razor, the bullet, the length of rope A lapse of sanity plummets to earth below
We are the blackness of the night cold wind that cuts your flesh We are the enemy praying for your certain death We are what was, will be forevermore In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark
Lurking legion of the obscene Unheard forever in between Unbound The liars in wait our being you forsake
Whispers upon the winds, profane Unheard, the wretched and the insane Unbound, forgotten, ignored The ugliness abhorred
We are the sliver in your God's feeble hand During the silent hours, the shadows we command We're the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came For aeon's we have lurked and for aeon's we shall remain
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