Raped in Hatred by Vines of Thorn The Black Dahlia Murder

Dense dark forest, dismal fog
A spectral force perverts these woods
Flights prevails frantic escape
The unearthly horrors, at each turn they wait

Wandering roots, they creak and move
Slithering toward what mortal life intrudes
Terrified eyes, opened wide
Ensnare her flailing limbs
To the earth they're tightly tied

Raped in hatred by vines of thorn
By the evil dead, to ribbons ripped and torn
Raped in hatred by vines of thorn
Pierced from within, her child is skewered unborn
Raped in hatred by vines of thorn
Twisted in halves in this gruesome tug-of-war
Raped in hatred by vines of thorn
Flora possessed, suckling the gore

Untamed kudzu, green cocoon
Trapped inside her flesh, their food
Death prevails, gnarled roots entwine
Syphon the marrows from her splintered spine

Animate trees shuffle their roots
Gathering around this late night rendezvous
Murderous orgy, in full bloom
Her screams they cut the fog this night
On sheer terror, the seedlings thrive