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  • Текст песни The Black Dahlia Murder - Of Darkness Spawned

    Исполнитель: The Black Dahlia Murder
    Название песни: Of Darkness Spawned
    Дата добавления: 17.06.2016 | 16:43:10
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    Pretenders to the throne kneel before him
    appalling wretched demon king
    praise be to us his children
    spawns of evils reckoning
    doomed from the inception
    claiming fire as our home
    licked by flames our steel grows
    stronger to be honed in hate forevermore
    a hellish scorn quickly approaches violent climax
    infernal legions the time nears when we'll strike
    shadows serving to enshroud us
    our blackened hearts
    those forgotten looming just beyond their sight
    the blood of pariahs through our veins
    sin and hell our mainstay
    forever to remain
    o to ye wicked ones
    and o to blood a reapers song
    demons born of mans sickest desire
    those of the darkness spawned
    fires of hell I stoke thee high
    through the open gates ever so wide
    bury me in sin
    the daggers have been raised
    now lets begin
    the margins of sanity blur into night
    as one will move beyond the light
    murder effortlessly
    without a tear
    our motives to them never clear
    damn this liars world
    we are the truth you've all awaited
    impaling holy fallacy
    the filthy blood of Christian seed
    akin to the looming the serpent
    we've patiently anticipated
    the time
    to rise
    is upon us
    my lord I kneel before you now paint me bloody red
    bathing in blasphemy I beat the path that's traveled less
    the forgotten your minions our souls of black
    we are thousands in the darkness waiting to attack
    infernal legions their heads shall be your prize
    trophies to our dominions of conquests only fantasized
    o to ye wicked ones
    and o to blood a reapers song
    demons born of mans sickest desire
    those of the darkness spawned
    fires of hell I stoke thee high
    through the open gates ever so wide
    bury me in sin
    the daggers have been raised
    o the dance of death she's a sweet one
    to victory we shall drink

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