Текст песни The Black Dahlia Murder - Hymn For The Wretched
The Black Dahlia Murder - Hymn For The Wretched слова песни
we are the blackness of the nightcold wind that cuts your fleshwe are the enemy praying for your certain deathwe are what was, will be forevermorein the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the darkchildren of the blackest seedreared on murder and deceitwe are the thorns of human woehis will be doneto the humble maggotsto the putrid flieswhere death and hatred lurkwe shall surviveto the diseasesto the sharpest kniveswhen daybreak no more comeswe shall arisewe are the sickness, the stench of the deceasedyour father`s secret shameour violent wrath shall be unleashedwe feast on blood and the weakness of your kindfrom the haunted depths we have arisen to slither as the snakechildren of the blackest seedreared on murder and deceitwe are the thorns of human woehis will be doneto the humble maggotsto the putrid flieswhere death and hatred lurkwe shall surviveto the diseasesto the sharpest kniveswhen daybreak no more comeswe shall ariselurking legion of the obscene(???)(???)the liars in waitour being you forsakewhispers upon the winds, profaneunheard, the wretched and the insaneunbound, forgotten, ignoredthe ugliness abhorred[solo]the razor; the bullet; the length of ropeour tools are numerous, our hatred overflowsthe razor; the bullet; the length of ropea lapse of sanity plummets to earth belowwe are the blackness of the nightcold wind that cuts your fleshwe are the enemy praying for your certain deathwe are what was, will be forevermorein the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the darkwe are the sliver in your god`s feeble handduring the silent hours, the shadows we commandwe`re the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we camefor aeons we have lurked and for aeons we shall remain!