The Black Dahlia Murder Album

Crawling the walls, through every crack and crevice teems blackness washing over the windowpanes, painting the buildings in between. Creeping down the alley ways consuming every street, soundless swarm of nothingness sure to doom us all.

Pulling screaming earthlings into its toothless jaws, endlessly begging, spreading with no sign of stop. Horror of horrors truely maddening in size, running just prolongs the end inevitably, it strives.

Where has it come from? How can it be stopped? So quickly we're to meet our end, our empire we have lost. Karmatic armegeddon, no religion could foresee a planet once forsaken, not even a memory.

Streetlights bend into the void, cars enveloped into the darkness, deeper than a blind man's sleep, soon to paint the world. Insatiable in hunger, it drinks the sea without a belch, stretching to the other side where it is sure to meet itself.

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Unearthly vacuum devouring, the hourglass now empty, it's time to say goodbye. Watching your life flash before mortal eyes, terror fills your heart, screams of anguish greet your ears.

Living death, voracious, insidious, impervious to damage. We are slaughtered as if lambs. Horror of horrors truely maddening in size, running just prolongs the end inevitably, it strives.

Where has it come from? How can it be stopped? So quickly we're to meet our end, our empire we have lost. Karmatic armegeddon, no religion could foresee a planet once forsaken, not even a memory

This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell.

Where the doors surely are locked, where the sun threatens to wane. Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of of day. Liars line the roads at dawn, watchful eyes are upon you. Held sacred weapons to the sacred revealed, to be unleashed upon this council of Hell.

Blood flows the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh. Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead.

Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate, driven insane by the dark one. To bring forth the foul biddings, he speaks. The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.

His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land, freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man.

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Into the tower, never go. The horrors multiply. Gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes paralyzed. The rivers flow with poison, the sands swallow you whole, the ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat.

Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate, driven insane by the dark one. To bring forth the foul biddings, he speaks. The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.

His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land, freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man

The sound of vomiting, to my ears like singing, now I'm beginning to become erect. With illness I am obsessed, in the beds of the fallen I rest. A fixation amplified, the smell here is what I like best.

Feverishly combing the buckets of waste, wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets. Raping the souls of the comatose to fulfill my needs. Photographing bedsores, cultured by my sick neglect. It's more than a job, it's a love for me to walk this close with death.

When you hear a flatline, you know surely I'll be near. To when the reaper's sickle is drawn, I am ever aware. I wish I could pull these strings. In death there are finer things. Malpractice forever be my bitter name.

How quickly life does fade away, but a flip of the river man's coin could send you screaming to your grave.

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Grief-stricken family watches on, ceaseless prayers for an only son, I'm afraid that nothing can be done. His moment has finally come. The wrath of God exemplified, to the pearly he'll soon arrive. To leave here his husk in this room of white, I'm quivering at the thought.

Pull the plug (I'm begging you), take the ride to the cold and blue. The reaper's yellow lichen finger aims ever so true. The origins of disease I have witnessed in my dreams. The flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs.

I wish I could pull these strings. In death there are finer things. Malpractice forever be my bitter name. I wish I could pull these strings. In death there are finer things

Oh, it's flowing through me, combusting with contempt. Rationality abandoning, chemically led astray. Stepping outside the confines of the circle. Bane of society become. I'm about to cross the line and take a life. Nothing can stop me now.

Murderous functioning, the animal within me speaks. Nothing but blood could satisfy these carnal needs. I am your master, superior I reign. Poised just above you on this death-distorted chain.

[Solo]

The need to kill transcends temptation. I'm sick and in need of blood. Withdrawals haunt me, taunt me, sickly baiting. My needs can never be undone.

Murderous functioning, the animal within me speaks. Nothing but blood could satisfy these carnal needs.

I am your shepherd cloaked in obscenity. Heed these sickening words: I worship only what you bleed.

I am your master, superior I reign. Poised just above you on this death-distorted chain

Between the lines of dead language tongues, before the dawn our hearts they shall hunt. The smell of blood excites the nostrils at first cut. The sanguinary worship of red spraying punctures a sight so divine.

Clutching her carcass, a face frozen in time. A distorted dialect for the draining of veins to the flooding of bedsheets with sick crimson rain. A warped diction of scriptures befouled, traditions steeped within disgraces reviled.

Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow. Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be. Damnation's diction, a deadly disclosure, our poisons in their goblets drip.

(Oh how) How perfectly hideous, so eloquently scribed- each scripture so skillfully sick. Parchment scabbed over with plasmatic prose, prophesize permanent night. The words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul and bestow me with infernal might.

A warped diction of scriptures befouled, traditions steeped within disgraces reviled. Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow. Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be. Hatred and persistance, destined to see a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun.

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By the light unspoken, this language of brutality. Enraptured I have become uhonly. Night's arms welcome me.

Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be. Hatred and persistance, destined to see a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun

Removal of the eyes gives my heart a sudden chill. I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will. How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit winter's night, how I lost all that I ever was while locked within their sight.

Before you sits a broken man with your fragile pinkish heart in hand. Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind. I sew the gaping chestwound, each thread is made with love. The bosom where I would rest my face is covered in your blood.

No, this is not the end, you'll live on eternally. Oh, lord, it's not the end, my secret you'll forever be.

I interrupt this transformation, a familiar lust swelling in me- a long and soulfull kiss. The shades are drawn, the living world can't see the coil of entrails. How curious the smell so pungent to my eager nostrils, hands further compelled.

No, it's not the end, forever you'll be in my arms. I could never let you go, my darling cold and blue. I wonder, are you dreaming still spread eagle, blood removed. I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin. Tonight I'll lay beside you, darling, in necromantic sin.

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Pinned to the bed sheets like a prized butterfly, you're mine. I hear your voice so precious echoing deeply inside. I did my best to love you while you did live and beathe. This tender taxidermy token of the bereaved.

I could never let you go, my darling cold and blue. I wonder, are you dreaming still spread eagle, blood removed. I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin. Tonight I'll lay beside you, darling, in necromantic sin

(Pretenders to the throne) Kneel before him, appalling wretched demon king. Praise be to us, his children, spawns of evil's reckoning. Doomed from inception, claiming fire as our home. Licked by flames our steel grows stronger to be forged in hate forevermore.

A hellish scorn quickly approaches violent climax. Infernal legions, the time nears when we'll strike. The 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, an ode of blood, a reaper's song, demons born of man's sickest desire, those of the darkness spawned.

Fires of Hell, I stroke thee high through the open gates ever so wide, bury me in sin. The daggers have been raised, now let's begin. The margins of sanity blur into night. As one we'll move beyond the light, murder effortlessly without a tear, our motives to them never clear.

Damn this liar's world, we are the truth you've all awaited, impaling holy fallacy, the filthy blood of Christian seed. Akin to the looming serpent we've patiently anticpated.

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 are black. We are the thousands in the darkness awaiting to attack.

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Infernal legions, their heads shall be your prize, trophies to our dominion of conquests only fantasized.

O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song, demons born of man's sickest desire, those of the darkness spawned. Fires of Hell, I stroke thee high through the open gates ever so wide, bury me in sin. The daggers have been raised.

Oh the dance of death, she's a sweet one. To our victory we will drink

Devastate, leave them weeping in your wake. A family's broken dreams with gloved hand I separate. Mutilate them, carve them up, bring them to their knees. The power of the knife in hand, if it breathes it fucking bleeds.

Mankind, in time, I'm disgusted with this race. I pluck them from the universe, pawns of my favorite game.

Cut them all down, completely randomize. Never a clue, nor trace is left. Identity disguised I measure joy in suffering, with a rope and blade I maim. Humiliate these fallen souls, this earth of sick disgrace.

Climactic degradation, rapture in blood achieved. Suffocate them, rip them, rape them, make them fucking scream. Orgasmic mutilation, on terror I do feed. Annihilate this bastard race, I'll make them bleed for me.

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I'm taking you down with me into this Hell of Hells. Stabbed in the throat, sputtering blood, my need is never quelled. You must stand here before me, my judgment ends in death. I tower above your broken bodies, face speckled in red. Oh how sweet it is to revel in your flesh. I won't stop until the last is dead.

Climactic degradation, rapture in blood achieved. Suffocate them, rip them, rape them, make them fucking scream. Orgasmic mutilation, on terror I do feed. Annihilate this bastard race, I'll make them bleed for me

The chair's been kicked, a rope tied to the rafters, blue-faced and broken-necked I die. Relieving my vision from the sick fucking stare of that hated sun burning the sky. Slumped like a headless scarecrow, cold and limp against the wall. Blood paints a pattern of Rorschach's design, thawing the winter that burdens this heart.

Shit-stained and shameful, an exit in disgrace. Not a splash but just a ripple left, I end this life in vain.

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In the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake, toward the reflection of the moon. The night-colored liquids arresting my lungs, finally at peace in this watery tomb.

Destroy this fragile body to be gorged upon by worms. Not a splash but just a ripple is left in the wake of my merciless scorn.

Beyond those cursed stars above lies the answer that I seek. On the backs of bullets rides my name, longing to kiss my cheek. Resentfully decline, retire this hated life. Without guilt I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife.

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Turn not away, avert not your face, this is how it was meant to be. In silence found hanging there 'bove a pool of waste, the beauteous workings of mortality. No one can truly touch another parallel never to cross. Pointless, fumbling, sad mistake only capable of pain.

Beyond those cursed stars above lies the answer that I seek. On the backs of bullets rides my name, longing to kiss my cheek. Resentfully decline, retire this hated life. Without guilt I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife

Amidst a swirling din of smoke and screaming on the battlefield, born reared on the teat of my dear mother war. Hardened to stone through abuse, mocked, beaten, and scorned a bayonet severed umbilical cord.

The wind sings its sad lullab through a blackened and hollowed ribcage. I'm to die in battle, divine with the flames as my grave. This realm of inhuman carnage where the blood eternally rains. To my brothers who've fallen before me, I will walk with you again.

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This, my demented playground, the horizon is howling ablaze. A skeletal village illuminates the sky as fire consumes their grains. With glee I rape and torture, my pleasure is inflicting pain. With a vigor unholy, I'll fight to my doom 'til I've vanquished the Christian god's ways.

Oh it must be such a different world to which those on the outside exist. At least I know who loves me here, no delusions, all weakness dismissed. An era of inhuman tragedy to be ushered by my iron hand. The oven's bellowed to crematory high to dispose of the god-fearing man.

The wind sings its sad lullab through a blackened and hollowed ribcage. I'm to die in battle, divine with the flames as my grave. This realm of inhuman carnage where the blood eternally rains. To my brothers who've fallen before me, I will walk with you again