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 - Композиторы:
 - Ryan Williams
 - Brian Garrett Eschbach
 - Shannon Michael Lucas
 - John A Kempainon
 - Trevor Scott Strnad
 
- Жанры:
 - Metal
 
- Теги:
 - death metal
 - deathcore
 - melodic death metal
 - metalcore
 
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The Black Dahlia Murder - Текст песни Of Darkness Spawned
Pretenders to the throne kneel before him
 Appalling wretched demon king
 Praise be to us his children
 Spawns of evil?s reckoning
 Doomed from the inception
 Claiming fire as our home
 Licked by flames our steel grows stronger
 To be forged in hate forevermore
 A hellish scorn quickly approaches violent climax
 Infernal legions, the time nears when we'll strike
 The shadows serving to enshroud us our blackened hearts
 Those forgotten looming just beyond their sight
 The blood of pariahs through our veins
 Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain
 Oh to ye wicked ones and oh to blood a reaper's song
 Demons born of man?s sickest desire
 Those of the darkness spawned
 Fires of Hell I stoke thee high
 Through the open gates ever so wide, bury me in sin
 The daggers have been raised, now let's begin
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 As one will move beyond the light
 Murder effortlessly without a tear
 Our motives to them never clear
 Damn this liars? world, we are the truth you've all awaited
 Impaling holy fallacy, the filthy blood of Christian seed
 Akin to the looming serpent, we've patiently anticipated
 The time to rise is upon us
 My lord, I kneel before you, now paint me bloody red
 Bathing in blasphemy, I beat the path that's traveled less
 The forgotten, your minions, our souls of black
 We are thousands in the darkness waiting to attack
 Infernal legions, their heads shall be your prize
 Trophies to our dominions of conquests only fantasized
 Oh to ye wicked ones and oh to blood a reaper?s song
 Demons born of man?s sickest desire
 Those of the darkness spawned
 Fires of Hell I stoke thee high
 Through the open gates ever so wide
 Bury me in sin, the daggers have been raised
 Oh the dance of death, she's a sweet one
 To our victory we will drink












