标题:The Black Dahlia Murder - Kings of the Nightworld
标签:总谱
艺人:The Black Dahlia Murder
专辑:Nightbringers
作词:Trevor Strnad
作曲:Brandon Ellis
制谱人:Antonino Foutelet
Credits to Geoff Miller for Bass & drums
节拍:♩ = 170
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 Until the head of the one fettered Christ Doth sate our lust for revenge 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 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 To test the meddle, subhuman his skeletal integrity Just try our blackened hand and you will see So painfully We are the seekers of vengeance Turning plowshares into swords Dreaming of days beneath the godless sun Free of their crestfallen lord 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 Unfurl a wrath upon his planet here One truer than the straightest blade Death to all and all to death Until the bitter end it comes We'll soldier to our destiny When the moon is shown We'll live again, vampirically Like weeds we will grow From cracks and crevices to creep 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 our maelstrom of chaos The pride of Sathanas is burning in me It burns in me Queen of the restless dead spews forth Screaming as we're both eaten alive! Spider sacks erupt A million tiny princes Pouring from her hollowed hull Hungry for flesh Cobwebbed mistress of ancient horror The torch escaping my frozen grasp Our end approaches carnivorous feasting We'll feed her offspring, consumed before each other's eyes The rancid fruitage of her ancient, yellowed bones Had we only learned to leave well enough alone The halls of these catacombs our wretched grave Where we'll stalk the dark as undead slaves A sentence eternally to bloodlessly rot In this skull lined tomb that time's forgot Chained in this afterlife, we're to remain Serving unto this curse of everlasting arachnid disdain A hecatomb by the candle's golden flame Never must you utter her name Hallucination paralyzation Utter and complete annihilation
