Song | Hymn for the Wretched |
Artist | The Black Dahlia Murder |
Album | Unhallowed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : 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 | |
Unheard forever, in between, unbound | |
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 | |
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 | |
Lurking legion of the obscene | |
Unheard forever, in between, unbound | |
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 | |
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! |
zuo qu : 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 | |
Unheard forever, in between, unbound | |
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 | |
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 | |
Lurking legion of the obscene | |
Unheard forever, in between, unbound | |
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 | |
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! |
zuò qǔ : 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 | |
Unheard forever, in between, unbound | |
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 | |
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 | |
Lurking legion of the obscene | |
Unheard forever, in between, unbound | |
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 | |
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! |