we are the blackness of the night
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cold wind that cuts your flesh
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we are the enemy praying for your certain death
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we are what was, will be forevermore
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in the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark
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children of the blackest seed
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reared on murder and deceit
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we are the thorns of human woe
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his will be done
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to the humble maggots
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to the putrid flies
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where death and hatred lurk
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we shall survive
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to the diseases
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to the sharpest knives
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when daybreak no more comes
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we shall arise
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we are the sickness, the stench of the deceased
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your father's secret shame
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our violent wrath shall be unleashed
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we feast on blood and the weakness of your kind
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from the haunted depths we have arisen to slither as the snake
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children of the blackest seed
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reared on murder and deceit
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we are the thorns of human woe
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his will be done
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to the humble maggots
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to the putrid flies
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where death and hatred lurk
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we shall survive
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to the diseases
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to the sharpest knives
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when daybreak no more comes
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we shall arise
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lurking legion of the obscene
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unheard forever, in between, unbound
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the liars in wait
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our being you forsake
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whispers upon the winds, profane
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unheard, the wretched and the insane
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unbound, forgotten, ignored
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the ugliness abhorred
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[solo]
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the razor; the bullet; the length of rope
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our tools are numerous, our hatred overflows
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the razor; the bullet; the length of rope
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a lapse of sanity plummets to earth below
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we are the blackness of the night
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cold wind that cuts your flesh
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we are the enemy praying for your certain death
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we are what was, will be forevermore
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in the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark
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lurking legion of the obscene
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unheard forever, in between, unbound
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the liars in wait
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our being you forsake
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whispers upon the winds, profane
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unheard, the wretched and the insane
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unbound, forgotten, ignored
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the ugliness abhorred
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we are the sliver in your god's feeble hand
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during the silent hours, the shadows we command
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we're the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came
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for aeons we have lurked and for aeons we shall remain!
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Hymn For The Wretched
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The Black Dahlia Murder |