Hymn For The Wretched Lyrics - Singles - 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 

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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 

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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 

(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 

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!