The Black Dahlia Murder 08.Hymn for the Wretched Lyrics

08 Hymn For The Wretched
We are the blackness of the night the cold wind that cuts your flesh we are the enemy praying for your certain death we are what was and 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 sickness the stench of the deceased your fathers 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 lurking legion of the obscene wretched and the insane 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 the razor the bullet the length of rope our tools are numerous our hatred overflow the razor the bullet the length of rope a lapse of sanity plummets to earth below we are the sliver in your gods 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