Ripping from me is this haunting admission, so daunting
A complete jealousy of the recently dead
The deepest of all admirations, so foul
Of who'd choose to aim bullets for the hinds of their heads
Have you ever tasted it?
Metallic barrel placed in it?
Do you possess the gall to pain all those in life you've touched?
Failure, I renounce our tenure
This venture has drained me
I ask thee grant self murder's bliss
My conscience has begged me to end this horrendousness
Wrap rope so tightly 'round my neck and twist
Suicide be my guide
The only thing I will get right in this life
My appeal shall not be denied
My place - now secured
My home - the other side
I never belonged here
I never did ask if I could join this world collapsed
A hell hath awakened and now I choose sleep
So let this razor get the better of me
Suicide be my light
The only wrong I stand to right in this life
To the ear of the Reaper confide
His blade offers mercy
May it tear me wide
I never belonged here
I never did ask if I could join this world collapsed
My hell hath awakened and now I choose sleep
So let this gesture do the talking for me
Dear Mother and Father, now look what you've made
More eager fodder for the depth of a grave
For the sweet gift of life you've both bestowed upon me
You'll wish that you'd felt inclined to keep the f*cking receipt
The Black Dahlia Murder - Abysmal Album Lyrics
The Black Dahlia Murder - Abysmal Lyrics
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Vlad Son Of The Dragon
Raise up the traitors
Higher higher
By order of rank
Then spark their funeral pyres
Smelling the sumptuous stench of bowels emptying as my message is sent
String up purveyors of weakness and lie who would seek to betray no pardons eye for eye
Torture a past time of bloodiest sorts
I feel I should be thanked for those fiends I abort
They will fear my very name
I am the dragon's son
High on a stake
Higher higher
How shameful a game to've watched such life expire
Cleansing my own holocaust
Tremble they will at the feet of their gods
Hang up subversives who question my guile who should seek to oppose man woman beast or child
Enemies sleep with half open eyes
I shall reign all Wallachia with god on my side
They will fear my very name Dracul
I am the devil's son
You will burn how I choose
You will burn
Kill them all
My righteous hand
Rumor of my cruelties a wildfire through the lands
To control the fear of your enemy you must bore your way inside their heads
You will burn
How I choose
You must burn
They will learn
Those like you
I'll make them learn
Kill them all
My righteous hand
Higher higher
By order of rank
Then spark their funeral pyres
Smelling the sumptuous stench of bowels emptying as my message is sent
String up purveyors of weakness and lie who would seek to betray no pardons eye for eye
Torture a past time of bloodiest sorts
I feel I should be thanked for those fiends I abort
They will fear my very name
I am the dragon's son
High on a stake
Higher higher
How shameful a game to've watched such life expire
Cleansing my own holocaust
Tremble they will at the feet of their gods
Hang up subversives who question my guile who should seek to oppose man woman beast or child
Enemies sleep with half open eyes
I shall reign all Wallachia with god on my side
They will fear my very name Dracul
I am the devil's son
You will burn how I choose
You will burn
Kill them all
My righteous hand
Rumor of my cruelties a wildfire through the lands
To control the fear of your enemy you must bore your way inside their heads
You will burn
How I choose
You must burn
They will learn
Those like you
I'll make them learn
Kill them all
My righteous hand
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Abysmal
The world has turned and left me here
Alone with nothing but my fears
I feel the stares of ancient cracks
Mirror reflects just what I lack
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of love's beginning
I am a shadow of what was
The victims of contempt
There will be nothing left
Secrets of my being are from me kept
There will be no resolve
For this wreck of nerves
Just to the ends of those
To the end that I deserve
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of love's beginning
I am a shadow of what was
A shadow of what was
You are dead to me
I am dead to me
My pulse has stopped you see
-? -
And for eternity
As Satan laughs, we will burn forever
Scream abysmally
The world has turned and left me here
Alone with nothing but my fears
I feel the stares of ancient cracks
Mirror reflects just what I lack
I am alone
I am alone
I'll die alone
Beneath the bitter stone
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of loves beginning
I am a shadow of what was
I'll tie this noose up just because
Such life ends abysmally
Alone with nothing but my fears
I feel the stares of ancient cracks
Mirror reflects just what I lack
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of love's beginning
I am a shadow of what was
The victims of contempt
There will be nothing left
Secrets of my being are from me kept
There will be no resolve
For this wreck of nerves
Just to the ends of those
To the end that I deserve
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of love's beginning
I am a shadow of what was
A shadow of what was
You are dead to me
I am dead to me
My pulse has stopped you see
-? -
And for eternity
As Satan laughs, we will burn forever
Scream abysmally
The world has turned and left me here
Alone with nothing but my fears
I feel the stares of ancient cracks
Mirror reflects just what I lack
I am alone
I am alone
I'll die alone
Beneath the bitter stone
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of loves beginning
I am a shadow of what was
I'll tie this noose up just because
Such life ends abysmally
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Re-Faced
Incriminate Impersonate
All power to humiliate
Videotaped, duct taped, and raped
I'll fool them all and masquerade perversely in your place
I prefer to leave the facial tissue still connected to the scalp
A woman I am not but flowing locks will surely help
Rifling through your belongings
Gratuitous make up is applied
In the mirror I stop to masturbate
All while looking through your eyes
I'm you, sad but true
Your faceless body to turn blue
Take a long hard look at yourself and tell me what you see
Promiscuity
Perversion of your sanctity
I've framed the scene for forced pornography's throes, you'll see
I utilize your charms as bait
May you break a leg here upon this stage
A posthumous lead
Your most adventurous and controversial role
It'll be our little secret
There's not a soul that has to know
I prefer to leave the victim living so the show they may endure
Hours moaning, slowly bleeding
Chained unto the cellar floor
Imagining the thoughts you process
You're reasoning with the insane
Abandon hope for it's reattachment
Gender roles now rearranged
Sexual atrocities
Inheriting personality
You gave life so selflessly so I may be new, falsely
I've lost a grip on reality
Entwined in this sickening duality
The way you f*ck yourself in mockery, unforgettable
At knifepoint I'll ask a line of questions and I'd sure appreciate the truth
It's nothing I'd ever hold against us
Merely research for being you
Incriminate Impersonate
All power to humiliate
I'm you, sad but true
Your faceless body to turn blue
Take a long hard look at yourself and tell me what you see?
Promiscuity
Perversion of your sanctity
I've framed the scene for forced pornography's throes, you'll see
I utilize your charms as bait
May you break a leg here upon this stage
A posthumous lead
Your most adventurous and controversial role
To who's acclaim you'll never know
They say the camera steals the soul
All power to humiliate
Videotaped, duct taped, and raped
I'll fool them all and masquerade perversely in your place
I prefer to leave the facial tissue still connected to the scalp
A woman I am not but flowing locks will surely help
Rifling through your belongings
Gratuitous make up is applied
In the mirror I stop to masturbate
All while looking through your eyes
I'm you, sad but true
Your faceless body to turn blue
Take a long hard look at yourself and tell me what you see
Promiscuity
Perversion of your sanctity
I've framed the scene for forced pornography's throes, you'll see
I utilize your charms as bait
May you break a leg here upon this stage
A posthumous lead
Your most adventurous and controversial role
It'll be our little secret
There's not a soul that has to know
I prefer to leave the victim living so the show they may endure
Hours moaning, slowly bleeding
Chained unto the cellar floor
Imagining the thoughts you process
You're reasoning with the insane
Abandon hope for it's reattachment
Gender roles now rearranged
Sexual atrocities
Inheriting personality
You gave life so selflessly so I may be new, falsely
I've lost a grip on reality
Entwined in this sickening duality
The way you f*ck yourself in mockery, unforgettable
At knifepoint I'll ask a line of questions and I'd sure appreciate the truth
It's nothing I'd ever hold against us
Merely research for being you
Incriminate Impersonate
All power to humiliate
I'm you, sad but true
Your faceless body to turn blue
Take a long hard look at yourself and tell me what you see?
Promiscuity
Perversion of your sanctity
I've framed the scene for forced pornography's throes, you'll see
I utilize your charms as bait
May you break a leg here upon this stage
A posthumous lead
Your most adventurous and controversial role
To who's acclaim you'll never know
They say the camera steals the soul
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Threat Level No. 3
Society I beg of thee
Open your hateful arms to me
For now I am just like you
You see my balls rattle in a jar
'neath smiling mask remains a past
As I recant couldn't help but laugh
Was that really me who had sipped from the glass wrought of all pedophilic sin?
Merely the calm thrust between the two most violent storms man's seen or a libido guillotined forevermore?
They dangle bait right in my face
That once did make my heart so race
But hormonally my desire replaced to quell all but the faintest roar
Merrily o mother let them play
The boogeyman he has gone away
The slender one who would make his prey from the good little girls and boys
Come tempt the fates I do implore
For I am not He anymore
Subject to all parental scorn
Demon exiled
Threat level number three
A badge to my reign of depravity
If it's only my death that can set us all free then what is it we're waiting for?
My crimes of sick lust they've secured me a space
In a man's most befeared and respected of place
In the home of the horned and His torturing flames
I deserve all of this and more
Thwarting the raping beast
That deep inside me sleeps
In a hope that this history will never repeat
My dick my gun now obsolete
Are we all here just grasping at straws?
Is the Devil's will absolute is it stronger than laws?
Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I've stalked?
Is there truly a hope left for me?
Down her leg blood trickled
I remember her every breath
Chemically castrated
Normality is mandated for now
Leaden the weight of this arms they could not bear
Gonadal atrophy a product of their care
Reclusive enemy inside me he dwells
Guilt swells abysmally unequaled my hells
Society I truly beg of thee
I should remain behind silver lock and key
Feeling the rip of young tissues 'round my meat
Now a fading dream to this pitch-blackened sheep
Threat level number three
A badge to my reign of depravity
If it's only my death that can set us all free then what is it we're waiting for?
My crimes of sick lust they've secured me a space
In a man's most befeared and respected of place
In the home of the horned and His torturing flames
I deserve all of this and more
Thwarting the raping beast
That deep inside me sleeps
In a hope that this history will never repeat
My dick my gun now obsolete
Are we all here just grasping at straws?
The Devil's will absolute is it stronger than laws?
Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I've stalked?
Is there truly a hope that is left for poor pathetic f*cking me?
Open your hateful arms to me
For now I am just like you
You see my balls rattle in a jar
'neath smiling mask remains a past
As I recant couldn't help but laugh
Was that really me who had sipped from the glass wrought of all pedophilic sin?
Merely the calm thrust between the two most violent storms man's seen or a libido guillotined forevermore?
They dangle bait right in my face
That once did make my heart so race
But hormonally my desire replaced to quell all but the faintest roar
Merrily o mother let them play
The boogeyman he has gone away
The slender one who would make his prey from the good little girls and boys
Come tempt the fates I do implore
For I am not He anymore
Subject to all parental scorn
Demon exiled
Threat level number three
A badge to my reign of depravity
If it's only my death that can set us all free then what is it we're waiting for?
My crimes of sick lust they've secured me a space
In a man's most befeared and respected of place
In the home of the horned and His torturing flames
I deserve all of this and more
Thwarting the raping beast
That deep inside me sleeps
In a hope that this history will never repeat
My dick my gun now obsolete
Are we all here just grasping at straws?
Is the Devil's will absolute is it stronger than laws?
Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I've stalked?
Is there truly a hope left for me?
Down her leg blood trickled
I remember her every breath
Chemically castrated
Normality is mandated for now
Leaden the weight of this arms they could not bear
Gonadal atrophy a product of their care
Reclusive enemy inside me he dwells
Guilt swells abysmally unequaled my hells
Society I truly beg of thee
I should remain behind silver lock and key
Feeling the rip of young tissues 'round my meat
Now a fading dream to this pitch-blackened sheep
Threat level number three
A badge to my reign of depravity
If it's only my death that can set us all free then what is it we're waiting for?
My crimes of sick lust they've secured me a space
In a man's most befeared and respected of place
In the home of the horned and His torturing flames
I deserve all of this and more
Thwarting the raping beast
That deep inside me sleeps
In a hope that this history will never repeat
My dick my gun now obsolete
Are we all here just grasping at straws?
The Devil's will absolute is it stronger than laws?
Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I've stalked?
Is there truly a hope that is left for poor pathetic f*cking me?
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN GARRETT ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR SCOTT STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Fog
Amongst the perilous mists formed of the moon arising new
The creature set upon us like a plague
Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned
One by one did they scream
Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
The mob is damned born to lose
A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss
The wolf simply can't resist
Shots erupt the strongest men are lost as panic claims this throng
Who will hunt and who will be the skinned?
The elder evil wins
Where's our bravado now?
The drunk and dead begin to pile
In vain we laughed and cheered
This night that spells our end
Flashlights are dwindling down
By earthly gods we're disavowed
Plump sow apple in mouth
The wolfen's pending feast
"Above the law!" we declared now
Lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek
So little did we men know that our end would there be found
I held my breath as we happened on the girl
Or should I say what was left
Father screams uncontrollably
Hes lost his sanity
Thirty one closed casket funerals victims of sheer disbelief
Thirty one sent to the slaughter to be
Without reprieve
Dragged below sight
Writhing in the haze
Like sitting ducks we are in moments to be splayed
Where's our militia now?
Our bravest men a - mounting pile
To think we toasted rye
This night that spells our end
"Above the law!"
We declared now
lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek
So little did we men know that our end would there be found
Six feet down
The creature set upon us like a plague
Waist deep we proceeded to be butchered in the fog
Strafing straight into the clutches of the beast that hell hath spawned
One by one did they scream
Dragged beneath the blanket of the mist
The mob is damned born to lose
A sacrifice of human meat to lycanthropic bliss
The wolf simply can't resist
Shots erupt the strongest men are lost as panic claims this throng
Who will hunt and who will be the skinned?
The elder evil wins
Where's our bravado now?
The drunk and dead begin to pile
In vain we laughed and cheered
This night that spells our end
Flashlights are dwindling down
By earthly gods we're disavowed
Plump sow apple in mouth
The wolfen's pending feast
"Above the law!" we declared now
Lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek
So little did we men know that our end would there be found
I held my breath as we happened on the girl
Or should I say what was left
Father screams uncontrollably
Hes lost his sanity
Thirty one closed casket funerals victims of sheer disbelief
Thirty one sent to the slaughter to be
Without reprieve
Dragged below sight
Writhing in the haze
Like sitting ducks we are in moments to be splayed
Where's our militia now?
Our bravest men a - mounting pile
To think we toasted rye
This night that spells our end
"Above the law!"
We declared now
lucky if we're left above the ground
Comb the woods a child we seek
So little did we men know that our end would there be found
Six feet down
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Stygiophobic
I hope this is as close to hell as I ever get
Is your very existence shackled by an irrational fear of hell?
Terrified of suicide but desiring death as well?
Can't they see there are consequences when will they ever learn?
Every night seeing dead faces of the friends and family.
Burn no on will be saved
to the will of God enslaved
will I ever awake?
I pray the lord my feeble soul to take
can't they see there are consequences
for every push there's a pull?
Each life a test impossible
to secure one's seat in hell.
Can't they see there are consequences
when will they ever learn?
Every night seeing dead faces of friends and family
burn no one will be saved
Is your very existence shackled by an irrational fear of hell?
Terrified of suicide but desiring death as well?
Can't they see there are consequences when will they ever learn?
Every night seeing dead faces of the friends and family.
Burn no on will be saved
to the will of God enslaved
will I ever awake?
I pray the lord my feeble soul to take
can't they see there are consequences
for every push there's a pull?
Each life a test impossible
to secure one's seat in hell.
Can't they see there are consequences
when will they ever learn?
Every night seeing dead faces of friends and family
burn no one will be saved
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Asylum
The world has turned and left me here
Alone with nothing but my fears
I feel the stares of ancient cracks
Mirror reflects just what I lack
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of love's beginning
I am a shadow of what was
The victims of contempt
There will be nothing left
Secrets of my being are from me kept
There will be no resolve
For this wreck of nerves
Just to the ends of those
To the end that I deserve
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of love's beginning
I am a shadow of what was
A shadow of what was
You are dead to me
I am dead to me
My pulse has stopped you see
-? -
And for eternity
As Satan laughs, we will burn forever
Scream abysmally
The world has turned and left me here
Alone with nothing but my fears
I feel the stares of ancient cracks
Mirror reflects just what I lack
I am alone
I am alone
I'll die alone
Beneath the bitter stone
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of loves beginning
I am a shadow of what was
I'll tie this noose up just because
Such life ends abysmally
Alone with nothing but my fears
I feel the stares of ancient cracks
Mirror reflects just what I lack
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of love's beginning
I am a shadow of what was
The victims of contempt
There will be nothing left
Secrets of my being are from me kept
There will be no resolve
For this wreck of nerves
Just to the ends of those
To the end that I deserve
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of love's beginning
I am a shadow of what was
A shadow of what was
You are dead to me
I am dead to me
My pulse has stopped you see
-? -
And for eternity
As Satan laughs, we will burn forever
Scream abysmally
The world has turned and left me here
Alone with nothing but my fears
I feel the stares of ancient cracks
Mirror reflects just what I lack
I am alone
I am alone
I'll die alone
Beneath the bitter stone
I am standing here dying to be
To mean anything to anyone but me
I am naked now bereft of loves beginning
I am a shadow of what was
I'll tie this noose up just because
Such life ends abysmally
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Advent
The dawn has broken crimson, this day of defloration
Ironclad reclamation, across the frozen dale
Fearlessly cold dominion, our soldiers take formation
The tundras desolation, some call it hell but its our home
We have to fight, there is no turning back
Our legions storm ice covered fields
Our blood runs cold, endure our winter thirty fold
With vorpal blades imperial into the white abyss we go
The advent is here, dawn of the antichrist
They tread our world on borrowed time
Pushed back amongst the shadows
Disguised for centuries
The time is now to rise and crush our christian enemies
Its time to strike, there is no second chance
Our brethren swarm with sword and shield
Its time to die, for our christian enemy
To now law of mercy shall we yield god fearing blood stains red the field
The conquest grows near, dawn of the end of christ
Poisoned our young for the last time
Oh to slay their lord divine
Empire laden on frost, ivory towers dipped in crystalline gloss
My frozen kingdom we are cold in the heart of glaives of ice
We wield white wolves of victory march
Resistance to books of fictions
Insistence upon beheading jesus
Pestilence for all believers
Defenseless against the great deceiver
The advent is here, dawn of the antichrist
They tread our world on borrowed time
The end of christiankind
Empire laden in frost, ivory towers dipped in crystalline gloss
My frozen kingdom we are cold in the glaives of live
We wield white wolves of victory march
The dawn has broken crimson
This day of defloration
Ironclad reclamation
Across the frozen dale
Fearlessly cold dominion
Our soldiers take formation
The tundras desolation
Some call it hell but its our home hell
Ironclad reclamation, across the frozen dale
Fearlessly cold dominion, our soldiers take formation
The tundras desolation, some call it hell but its our home
We have to fight, there is no turning back
Our legions storm ice covered fields
Our blood runs cold, endure our winter thirty fold
With vorpal blades imperial into the white abyss we go
The advent is here, dawn of the antichrist
They tread our world on borrowed time
Pushed back amongst the shadows
Disguised for centuries
The time is now to rise and crush our christian enemies
Its time to strike, there is no second chance
Our brethren swarm with sword and shield
Its time to die, for our christian enemy
To now law of mercy shall we yield god fearing blood stains red the field
The conquest grows near, dawn of the end of christ
Poisoned our young for the last time
Oh to slay their lord divine
Empire laden on frost, ivory towers dipped in crystalline gloss
My frozen kingdom we are cold in the heart of glaives of ice
We wield white wolves of victory march
Resistance to books of fictions
Insistence upon beheading jesus
Pestilence for all believers
Defenseless against the great deceiver
The advent is here, dawn of the antichrist
They tread our world on borrowed time
The end of christiankind
Empire laden in frost, ivory towers dipped in crystalline gloss
My frozen kingdom we are cold in the glaives of live
We wield white wolves of victory march
The dawn has broken crimson
This day of defloration
Ironclad reclamation
Across the frozen dale
Fearlessly cold dominion
Our soldiers take formation
The tundras desolation
Some call it hell but its our home hell
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
That Cannot Die Which Eternally Is Dead
We've come again to the end my friends
The winds of change shall swirl up a din
The beast is shifting shapes again
Weaponized to the teeth while we grin
The years go by
In the blink of an eye
Of an old withered man
Our dreams lost to sands
Of bastard time
What was our crime?
But to exist?
We'll be sent before the devil
Hell, we're on his list
Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute
Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
Your abysmal heart
Black as pitch
And dead right from the start
This century
The night world is ours
That cannot die which eternally is dead
Two in the place of once severed head
Hydra of bone and its swirling dance
Hypnotizing the weak in it's trance
The years they fleet
Like the words of the meek
In the face of the storm
Bear witness as this hell is born
Unto this earth we are in their curse
We are truth if you seek eternal life
We are it's living proof
The gates gilded in gold our blackened entrance
Open your veins and pay the demon penance
From your abysmal heart
Black as pitch
And dead right from the start
This century
The night world is ours
Deliver us
Relentless
Deliver us
The damned
The dead we're still here walking
With blood upon our hands
Deliver us
Intention
Deliver us
The true
The movers of this world
Who'll shake the very life from you
Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute
Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
Your abysmal heart
Black as pitch
And dead right from the start
This century
The night world is ours
The winds of change shall swirl up a din
The beast is shifting shapes again
Weaponized to the teeth while we grin
The years go by
In the blink of an eye
Of an old withered man
Our dreams lost to sands
Of bastard time
What was our crime?
But to exist?
We'll be sent before the devil
Hell, we're on his list
Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute
Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
Your abysmal heart
Black as pitch
And dead right from the start
This century
The night world is ours
That cannot die which eternally is dead
Two in the place of once severed head
Hydra of bone and its swirling dance
Hypnotizing the weak in it's trance
The years they fleet
Like the words of the meek
In the face of the storm
Bear witness as this hell is born
Unto this earth we are in their curse
We are truth if you seek eternal life
We are it's living proof
The gates gilded in gold our blackened entrance
Open your veins and pay the demon penance
From your abysmal heart
Black as pitch
And dead right from the start
This century
The night world is ours
Deliver us
Relentless
Deliver us
The damned
The dead we're still here walking
With blood upon our hands
Deliver us
Intention
Deliver us
The true
The movers of this world
Who'll shake the very life from you
Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute
Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
Your abysmal heart
Black as pitch
And dead right from the start
This century
The night world is ours
Writer: ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNAD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Abysmal is the seventh studio album by American melodic death metal band the Black Dahlia Murder. It was released on September 18, 2015 through Metal Blade Records. It was produced by Mark Lewis, who also produced The Black Dahlia Murder's albums Deflorate and Ritual, and the band's former bassist Ryan Williams, who also produced their preceding album Everblack.
It is the band's final album to feature guitarist Ryan Knight before his departure in February 2016, and return in 2022.
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The Black Dahlia MurderIt is the band's final album to feature guitarist Ryan Knight before his departure in February 2016, and return in 2022.
Genre(s): Melodic death metal
Length: 37:07
Released: September 18th, 2015
Year: 2015