0
Necropolis - The Black Dahlia Murder
0 0
Necropolis - The Black Dahlia Murder
Father, I know that you've witnessed a darkness in me
'Twas spawned in shadows of the old gallow's tree
I'm but a sad, depraved reflection of our inhumanity
The warped exaggeration of the lost and darkest of dreams

Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire
Here now in mankind's bleakest hour

Born of the casket, I'm the heir to a corpse
I've eyes that see maggots through the thin flesh they bore
I shall bloody my hands 'til the last breath be torn from me
So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets
Dead, the once-feeling part of me

O lord divine, please break this silence
Destroy your race of faceless liars

At the edge of existence
We the clays of intention have ripened in your image
Ah, the binds of tradition
Your archaic deception numbs our empty beings
City that sleeps on a million graves
In a world full of hatred, to fear enslaved
Countless, the dead slaughtered in your name
Not an utter of your voice have you once repaid
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?