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The Black Dahlia Murder

Dawn Of Rats

 

Dawn Of Rats

(album: Verminous - 2020)


Blood of our revenge awash
None sweeter to the taste
Flagellate the liar
Our verminous desire it must be

Slaked these walls don't talk
But we've seen more than our piece
When you'd felt you're being watched
You were indeed we rats have seen

When the silken robes of sodomy
Fell vacant at your feet
Did your god he cough into his sleeve

The guilt how it hangs
Like chains an albatross of shame
Smell the reek of lie
The dawn at which you'll die has come today

These walls don't talk
But we hear most everything
When your hand covered their mouths
Your ecstasy their stifled screams

No truth so fucking vile
As the one you must face

When the silken robes of sodomy
Fell vacant at your feet
Did your god he cough into his sleeve

Did he toast with you
To their innocence
So fleeting and so sweet

The dawn has come of your defeat
We the rats must have our feast

Verminous legions attack
Devour in frenzy this unsacred flesh
We gorge at the raped ones behest
Leave nary a bone unpecked

When the silken robes of sodomy
Fell vacant at your feet
Did your god he cough into his sleeve

Did he toast with you
To their innocence
So fleeting and so sweet

The dawn has come of your defeat
We the rats must have our feast

When the silken robes of sodomy
Fell vacant at your feet
Did your god he cough into his sleeve

Did he toast with you
To their innocence
So fleeting and so sweet

The dawn has come of your defeat
We the rats must have our feast

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