Top Songs By The Black Dahlia Murder
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Black Dahlia Murder
Performer
Alan Cassidy
Drums
Brandon James Ellis
Lead Vocals
Brian Eschbach
Rhythm Guitar
Max Lavelle
Bass
Trevor Strnad
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Black Dahlia Murder
Producer
Brandon James Ellis
Engineer
Brian Slagel
Producer
Jacob Hansen
Mixing Engineer
Joe Cincotta
Engineer
Nick Morris
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Williams
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Enshrouded in ebony mystery
Blacker than the darkest pitch
A bond of blood to death and drek
Seeking to defile everything which bears his name
In hate we will destroy you all the same
Suckling each vein
We shall corrupt and dismantle
Waging a war without end
Under the head of the one fettered Christ
Doth sate our lust for revenge
[Verse 2]
We are the kings of the nightworld
Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
We are the bringers of darkness
Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
[Verse 3]
Haunted by our disposition
Disgusted by their foul belief
A brotherhood in violence
To microscopic dust we'll grind the bones of their deceit
Behold this rite of mutilation
Rack stretches limbs beyond reprieve
The rope it bores into their flesh
[Verse 4]
To test the meddle, subhuman his skeletal integrity
Just try our blackened hand and you will see
So painfully
We are seekers of vengeance
Turning plowshares to swords
Dreaming of days beneath the godless sun
Free of their crestfallen lord
[Verse 5]
We are the kings of the nightworld
Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
We are the bringers of darkness
Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
[Verse 6]
Unfurl a wrath upon this planet here
One truer than the straightest blade
Death to all and all to death
Until the bitter end comes we'll soldier to our destiny
When the moon is shown we'll live again vampirically
Like weeds we'll grow from cracks and crevices to creep
[Verse 7]
We are the kings of the nightworld
Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
We are the bringers of darkness
Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
Black are the hearts of our willful
To ribbons the flesh of who'd stand in our way
Black is the maelstrom of chaos
The pride of Sathana's is burning in me
It burns in me
Written by: Alan Cassidy, Brandon Christopher Ellis, Brian Garrett Eschbach, Maxwell James Lavelle, Trevor Strnad