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The Black Dahlia Murder

Kings Of The Nightworld

 

Kings Of The Nightworld

(album: Nightbringers - 2017)


Enshrouded in ebony mystery, blacker than the darkest pitch.
A bond of blood to death and drek,
Seeking to defile everything which bears his name.
In hate we will destroy you all the same. Suckling each vein
We shall corrupt and dismantle, waging a war without end
Until the head of the one fettered Christ doth sate our lust for revenge.
We are the kings of the nightworld, those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness, our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.
Haunted by our disposition, disgusted by their foul belief.
A brotherhood in violence,
To microscopic dust we'll grind the bones of their deceit.
Behold this rite of mutilation. Rack stretches limbs beyond reprieve.
The rope it bores into their flesh.
To test the meddle, subhuman his skeletal integrity.
Just try our blackened hand and you will see, so painfully.
We are the seekers of vengeance, turning plowshares into swords.
Dreaming of days beneath the godless sun free of their crestfallen lord.
We are the kings of the nightworld, those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness, our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.
Unfurl a wrath upon his planet here. One truer than the straightest blade.
Death to all and all to death
Until the bitter end it comes, we'll soldier to our destiny.
When the moon is shown we'll live again, vampirically
Like weeds we will grow from cracks and crevices to creep.
We are the kings of the nightworld, those looming in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness, our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.
Black are the hearts of our willful, to ribbons the flesh of who?d stand in our way.
Black is our maelstrom of chaos, the pride of Sathanas is burning in me.
It burns in me.

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