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Hymn For The Wretched
(专辑: Unhallowed - 2003)
We are the
blackness of the
night Cold wind that cuts your flesh We are the
enemy praying for your certain death We are what was, will be forevermore In the
stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the
dark Children of the
blackest seed Reared on murder and deceit We are the
thorns of human woe His will be done To the
humble maggots To the
putrid flies Where death and hatred lurk We shall survive To the
diseases To the
sharpest knives When daybreak no more comes We shall arise We are the
sickness, the
stench of the
deceased Your father's secret shame Our violent wrath shall be unleashed We feast on blood and the
weakness of your kind From the
haunted depths we have arisen to slither as the
snake Children of the
blackest seed Reared on murder and deceit We are the
thorns of human woe His will be done To the
humble maggots To the
putrid flies Where death and hatred lurk We shall survive To the
diseases To the
sharpest knives When daybreak no more comes We shall arise Lurking legion of the
obscene Unheard forever in between Unbound The
liars in wait Our being you forsake Whispers upon the
winds, profane Unheard, the
wretched and the
insane Unbound, forgotten, ignored The
ugliness abhorred [solo] The
razor; the
bullet; the
length of rope Our tools are numerous, our hatred overflows The
razor; the
bullet; the
length of rope A
lapse of sanity plummets to earth below We are the
blackness of the
night Cold wind that cuts your flesh We are the
enemy praying for your certain death We are what was, will be forevermore In the
stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the
dark We are the
sliver in your god's feeble hand During the
silent hours, the
shadows we command We're the
undying insect, from the
deepest cracks we came For aeons we have lurked and for aeons we shall remain!
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