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The Black Dahlia Murder

That Cannot Die Which Eternally Is Dead

 

That Cannot Die Which Eternally Is Dead

(album: Abysmal - 2015)


We've come again to 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 the 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 nightworld is ours

That cannot die which eternally is dead
Two in the place of a once severed head
Hydra of bone and its swirling dance
Hypnotizing the weak in its 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 their curse we are truth
If you seek eternal life we are its living proof

The gates glided 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
The century the nightworld 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 nightworld is ours.

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