Hymn for the Wretched 歌词
| 歌曲 | Hymn for the Wretched |
| 歌手 | The Black Dahlia Murder |
| 专辑 | Unhallowed |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| We are the blackness of the night | |
| Cold wind that cuts your flesh | |
| We are the enemy praying for your certain death | |
| We are what was, 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 the sickness, the stench of the deceased | |
| Your father's 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Lurking legion of the obscene | |
| Unheard forever, in between, 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 overflows | |
| The razor; the bullet; the length of rope | |
| A lapse of sanity plummets to earth below | |
| We are the blackness of the night | |
| Cold wind that cuts your flesh | |
| We are the enemy praying for your certain death | |
| We are what was, will be forevermore | |
| In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark | |
| Lurking legion of the obscene | |
| Unheard forever, in between, 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 | |
| We are the sliver in your god's 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! |
| zuo qu : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| We are the blackness of the night | |
| Cold wind that cuts your flesh | |
| We are the enemy praying for your certain death | |
| We are what was, 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 the sickness, the stench of the deceased | |
| Your father' s 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Lurking legion of the obscene | |
| Unheard forever, in between, 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 overflows | |
| The razor the bullet the length of rope | |
| A lapse of sanity plummets to earth below | |
| We are the blackness of the night | |
| Cold wind that cuts your flesh | |
| We are the enemy praying for your certain death | |
| We are what was, will be forevermore | |
| In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark | |
| Lurking legion of the obscene | |
| Unheard forever, in between, 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 | |
| We are the sliver in your god' s 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! |
| zuò qǔ : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| We are the blackness of the night | |
| Cold wind that cuts your flesh | |
| We are the enemy praying for your certain death | |
| We are what was, 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 the sickness, the stench of the deceased | |
| Your father' s 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Lurking legion of the obscene | |
| Unheard forever, in between, 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 overflows | |
| The razor the bullet the length of rope | |
| A lapse of sanity plummets to earth below | |
| We are the blackness of the night | |
| Cold wind that cuts your flesh | |
| We are the enemy praying for your certain death | |
| We are what was, will be forevermore | |
| In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark | |
| Lurking legion of the obscene | |
| Unheard forever, in between, 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 | |
| We are the sliver in your god' s 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! |
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