The Black Dahlia Murder - Necropolis

Father I know that you've witnessed a darkness in me Twas spawned in shadows of the old gallow's tree I'm but a sad depraved reflection of our inhumanity The warped exaggeration of the lost and darkest of dreams Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire Here now in mankind's bleakest hour Born of a casket I'm the heir to a corpse I've eyes that see maggots through the thin flesh they bore I shall bloody my hands til the last breath be torn from me So blindly we walk the winds of these plaged streets Dead the once feeling part of me O lord divine please break this silence Destroy your race of faceless liars At the edge of existence We the clays of intention have ripened in your image Ah the binds of tradition Your archaic deception numbs our empty beings City that stands on a million graves In a world full of hatred to fear enslaved Countless the dead slaughtered in your name Not a utter of your voice have you once repaid No above no below just a man letting go When all my earthly desire is disowned No screaming sirens should sound No revelations profound Simply lowered into the ground That's just what I'll be dead in the dirt So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets Dead the once feeling park of me Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire Here now in mankinds bleakest hour O lord divine please break this silence Destroy your race of faceless liars Necropolis