The Black Dahlia Murder - Kings of the Nightworld(2017)

[00:18.16] Enshrouded in ebony mystery
[00:20.67] Blacker than the darkest pitch
[00:23.07] A bond of blood to death and drek
[00:25.53] Seeking to defile everything which bears his name
[00:37.10] In hate we will destroy you all the same
[00:39.53] Suckling each vein
[00:42.90] We shall corrupt and dismantle
[00:45.02] Waging a war without end
[00:46.53] Until the head of the one fettered Christ
[00:48.54] Doth sate our lust for revenge
[00:51.24] We are the kings of the nightworld
[00:54.01] Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
[00:57.96] We are the bringers of darkness
[00:59.68] Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
[01:02.56] Haunted by our disposition
[01:05.59] Disgusted by their foul belief
[01:13.17] A brotherhood in violence
[01:14.85] To microscopic dust we'll grind the bones of their deceit
[01:17.38] Behold this rite of mutilation
[01:19.75] Rack stretches limbs beyond reprieve
[01:21.42] The rope it bores into their flesh
[01:23.72] To test the meddle, subhuman his skeletal integrity
[01:29.88] Just try our blackened hand and you will see
[01:33.97] So painfully
[01:37.04] We are the seekers of vengeance
[01:39.66] Turning plowshares into swords
[01:42.25] Dreaming of days beneath the godless sun
[01:45.14] Free of their crestfallen lord
[01:47.90] We are the kings of the nightworld
[01:54.96] Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
[01:56.71] We are the bringers of darkness
[01:59.27] Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
[02:02.63] Unfurl a wrath upon his planet here
[02:04.98] One truer than the straightest blade
[02:07.11] Death to all and all to death
[02:09.04] Until the bitter end it comes
[02:10.72] We'll soldier to our destiny
[02:12.81] When the moon is shown
[02:15.26] We'll live again, vampirically
[02:18.06] Like weeds we will grow
[02:20.66] From cracks and crevices to creep
[02:42.32] We are the kings of the nightworld
[02:49.57] Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
[02:51.42] We are the bringers of darkness
[02:53.19] Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
[02:55.63] Black are the hearts of our willful
[02:57.92] To ribbons the flesh of who'd stand in our way
[03:01.27] Black is our maelstrom of chaos
[03:08.49] The pride of Sathanas is burning in me
[03:10.70] It burns in me
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