Hymn For The Wretched — The Black Dahlia Murder

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 (???) (???) 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

Solo

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

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 aeons we have lurked and for aeons we shall remain!