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The Black Dahlia Murder




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A Cold-Blooded Epitaph (2002)
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i awaken -- deep in the grasp of frozen pines
not a shred of clothing, yet i feel no cold
the woods envelope my soul
perception multiplies
my senses heighten to extremes

my heart beat ever increasing
the only sound aside from the wailing of the wind through the trees

i know no fear
boundaries of mortal human flesh have abandoned me as i am renewed
i dreamt of such a mutation for countless winter nights
my essence became that of a beast
i gracefully cut through the forest
free of my former husk
unfettered by the hindrances of past

my purpose manifests, i am void of delusion
i am born into this wolven form in seek of human flesh

lead by vampiric hunger
i will to feast upon the bones of the meek
the marrow of my enemies

lusting to be bathed in the blood of a child
to quench my maw with shreds of virgin flesh
to tear apart he who i once was
to rid the world of his feeble lies

for days i travel north, leaving a trail of hollowed bodies in my frigid wake
finding my way back home to stalk amongst the feeble mortals
in the clothing of a sheep
envenomed, i am the blackest incarnation
the end of their disease

on my arrival, vengeance swings a heavy hand
crushing the will of god

for countless winter nights i have dreamt of such a day
i'd watch the humans crawl 'neath a swirling den of pain

the plight of all creation
the fall of their existence
extinction, the will of humanity
forsaken by my hand

oh weep, the angels shall be destroyed
as claws remove their wings
jaws sodden in the purest blood
in the purest fucking blood i bathe!

this blackened hand shall reap
shall reap insurmountable
undying, cleaving the sickly hearts of mortals true
earth falls as heaven shall
crumbing as god has taken knee and felt his creation's pain
the humans' fucking pain

our lord has birthed the perfect evil unto this fragile earth
the sands of time now weigh against you
pounding your weathered backs
impending dread is cast upon you to swallow whole your faith
the boundaries of your mortality are the only remorse you'll be shown
i arrive unwritten to blacken the work of your lord
your god so feeble, allowed for this end to be born
your god so feeble, trampled 'neath my wrath

to die crushed beneath my fist
to fall as heaven shall

my purpose manifests, i am void of delusion
i am born into this wolven form in seek of human fucking flesh


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dear diary, tonight will be our last
my hands are itching for razors
my angel, this knife shall carve thee wings
consumed by sickness, i ache to see your blood
the hour approaches when i shall lay a nest inside of you

sliced open i lay waste to my desires
sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile

and in my dreams i hold your head beneath the waves
after you've died, i kiss the nape of your porcelain neck
you enter me in death's perpetual embrace
skin tightens in the throes of lust

and in my dreams i cut your mouth from ear to ear
dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room
how splendidly i carve into your tender heart
shuddering between the sheets

for weeks i've watched you, perched above your sleeping form
as i caress your perfection
my angel, i'll tear your insides out
my mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones
i cannot subside 'til i have suckled every inch of you

your features now glazed in your own blood
my fingers find home amongst your guts

and in my dreams i hold your head beneath the waves
after you've died, i kiss the nape of your porcelain neck
you enter me in death's perpetual embrace
skin tightens in the throes of lust

and in my dreams i cut your mouth from ear to ear
dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room
how splendidly i carve into your tender heart
shuddering between the sheets

whisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoils
we shall be intertwined, entangled in our love
murder beckons as time stops with your voice

"i'll love you forever" -- and forever it shall be
the knives begin singing, they're weeping for your flesh

the pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mind
the rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your cries
with a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations
with a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting
the knives are crooning for this perfect end

for weeks i've watched you, perched above your sleeping form
as i caress your perfection
my angel, i'll tear your insides out
my mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones
i cannot subside 'til i have suckled every inch of you

i feel the fibers stretch and tear
unbridled climax is achieved
i've waited so long for this moment
the euphoric act of suicide -- suicide!


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I'll tell you in one sentence.
The truth should not have broken you.
You know I'd never turn away,
not in your darkest hour.
I won't reiterate the immense failure on your part.
To let it die this way displays the weakness of your bonds.
Numb I crawl, losing you. Over something so frivolous, so petty.
But this pettiness is all you know.
You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride.
A broken heart? You broke your fucking own.
I remain. I never would have left your side.
And now my name will be another excuse for you to grovel in the ill will
called your life.
I'll miss the friendship that we once shared.
As you ignite all that which made us strong.
The fires of envy blaze undying as this devotion is destroyed.
I watch our dreams reduce to ash throat stifled by the fumes.
The stench of brittle feelings burning wets my tender eyes with tear.
Our memories are the funeral pyre and your words are gasoline.
Our friendship meets a blackened fate; an ashen epitaph.
These caustic embers yet remain soon to be blown away.
You will choke on my name. You'll choke on pictures of my face.
You will choke on my name. You'll choke on what you threw away.
I was a fool to ask so fucking little from you.
I should have recognized the frailty of your will.
I know that you can hear me. I hope that this is killing you.
I hope you sweat at night dreaming of my face.
"Do whatever makes you happy, no holds barred." shall remain etched into my mind.
When my eyes are finally graced with your crooked smile.
And my insides are licked by those familiar flames.
Flickering within my gut. Deep in my battered chest.
Burning a hole through my entrails. I won't fall.
I won't succumb to the pettiness which you breed.
I won't acknowledge the woe in which you live.
I won't forget the times we have spent.
I have pictures proving everything.
You will be fucking missed.


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I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah

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