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 a 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

No above, no below, just a man letting go

When all my earthly desire is disowned

No screaming sirens should sound

No revelations profound

Simply lowered into the ground

That’s just what I’ll be, dead in the dirt

So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets

Dead, the once feeling part of me

Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire

Here now in mankind’s bleakest hour

O lord divine, please break this silence

Destroy your race of faceless liars

Necropolis