Of Darkness Spawned - The Black Dahlia Murder

Pretenders to the throne kneel before him

Appalling wretched demon king

Praise be to us his children

Spawns of evil’s reckoning

Doomed from the inception

Claiming fire as our home

Licked by flames our steel grows

Stronger to be honed in hate forevermore

A hellish scorn quickly approaches violent climax

Infernal legions the time nears when we’ll strike

The shadows serving to enshroud us

Our blackened hearts

Those forgotten looming just beyond their sight

The blood of pariahs through our veins

Sin and hell our mainstay

Forever to remain

O to ye wicked ones

And o to blood a reaper’s song

Demons born of man’s sickest desire

Those of the darkness spawned

Fires of hell I stoke thee high

Through the open gates ever so wide

Bury me in sin

The daggers have been raised

Now let’s begin

Margins of sanity blur into night

As one will move beyond the light

Murder effortlessly

Without a tear

Our motives to them never clear

Damn this liars world

We are the truth you’ve all awaited

Impaling holy fallacy

The filthy blood of Christian seed

Akin to the looming serpent

We’ve patiently anticipated

The time to rise is upon us

My lord I kneel before you now paint me bloody red

Bathing in blasphemy I beat the path that’s traveled less

The forgotten;

your minions;

our souls of black

We are the thousands in the darkness waiting to attack

(Guitar Solo)

Infernal legions their heads shall be your prize

Trophies to our dominions of conquests only fantasized

O to ye wicked ones

And o to blood a reapers song

Demons born of mans sickest desire

Those of the darkness spawned

Fires of hell I stoke thee high

Through the open gates ever so wide

Bury me in sin

The daggers have been raised

O the dance of death she’s a sweet one

To our victory we will drink