| Song | Warborn |
| Artist | The Black Dahlia Murder |
| Album | Nocturnal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| Amidst a swirling din of smoke and | |
| Screaming on the battlefield | |
| Born reared on the teat of my dead mother war | |
| Hardened to stone through abuse mocked beaten and scorned | |
| A bayonet severed umbilical cord | |
| The wind sings its sweet lullaby through | |
| A blackened and hollowed ribcage | |
| I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave | |
| This realm of inhuman carnage | |
| Where the blood eternally rains | |
| To my brothers who've fallen before me | |
| I will walk with you again | |
| This is my demented playground | |
| The horizon is howling ablaze | |
| A skeletal village illuminates the sky | |
| As fire destroys their grains | |
| With glee I rape and torture | |
| My pleasure is inflicting pain | |
| With a vigor unholy I'll fight to my doom | |
| Till I've vanquished the Christian's gods ways | |
| Oh it must be such a different world | |
| To which those on the outside exist | |
| At least I know who loves me here | |
| No delusions all weakness dismissed | |
| An era of inhuman tragedy | |
| To be ushered by my iron hand | |
| The ovens bellowed to crematory highs | |
| To dispose of the god fearing man | |
| The wind sings its sweet lullaby through | |
| A blackened and hollowed ribcage | |
| I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave | |
| This realm of inhuman carnage | |
| Where the blood eternally rains | |
| To my brothers who've fallen before me | |
| I will walk with you again |
| zuo qu : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| Amidst a swirling din of smoke and | |
| Screaming on the battlefield | |
| Born reared on the teat of my dead mother war | |
| Hardened to stone through abuse mocked beaten and scorned | |
| A bayonet severed umbilical cord | |
| The wind sings its sweet lullaby through | |
| A blackened and hollowed ribcage | |
| I' m to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave | |
| This realm of inhuman carnage | |
| Where the blood eternally rains | |
| To my brothers who' ve fallen before me | |
| I will walk with you again | |
| This is my demented playground | |
| The horizon is howling ablaze | |
| A skeletal village illuminates the sky | |
| As fire destroys their grains | |
| With glee I rape and torture | |
| My pleasure is inflicting pain | |
| With a vigor unholy I' ll fight to my doom | |
| Till I' ve vanquished the Christian' s gods ways | |
| Oh it must be such a different world | |
| To which those on the outside exist | |
| At least I know who loves me here | |
| No delusions all weakness dismissed | |
| An era of inhuman tragedy | |
| To be ushered by my iron hand | |
| The ovens bellowed to crematory highs | |
| To dispose of the god fearing man | |
| The wind sings its sweet lullaby through | |
| A blackened and hollowed ribcage | |
| I' m to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave | |
| This realm of inhuman carnage | |
| Where the blood eternally rains | |
| To my brothers who' ve fallen before me | |
| I will walk with you again |
| zuò qǔ : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| Amidst a swirling din of smoke and | |
| Screaming on the battlefield | |
| Born reared on the teat of my dead mother war | |
| Hardened to stone through abuse mocked beaten and scorned | |
| A bayonet severed umbilical cord | |
| The wind sings its sweet lullaby through | |
| A blackened and hollowed ribcage | |
| I' m to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave | |
| This realm of inhuman carnage | |
| Where the blood eternally rains | |
| To my brothers who' ve fallen before me | |
| I will walk with you again | |
| This is my demented playground | |
| The horizon is howling ablaze | |
| A skeletal village illuminates the sky | |
| As fire destroys their grains | |
| With glee I rape and torture | |
| My pleasure is inflicting pain | |
| With a vigor unholy I' ll fight to my doom | |
| Till I' ve vanquished the Christian' s gods ways | |
| Oh it must be such a different world | |
| To which those on the outside exist | |
| At least I know who loves me here | |
| No delusions all weakness dismissed | |
| An era of inhuman tragedy | |
| To be ushered by my iron hand | |
| The ovens bellowed to crematory highs | |
| To dispose of the god fearing man | |
| The wind sings its sweet lullaby through | |
| A blackened and hollowed ribcage | |
| I' m to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave | |
| This realm of inhuman carnage | |
| Where the blood eternally rains | |
| To my brothers who' ve fallen before me | |
| I will walk with you again |