Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Of Darkness Spawned , by - The Black Dahlia Murder. Song from the album Nocturnal, in the genre Release date: 17.09.2007
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
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 honed 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 |
| O to ye wicked ones |
| And o 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 |
| Margins of sanity blur into night |
| 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 the thousands in the darkness waiting to attack |
| (Guitar Solo) |
| Infernal legions their heads shall be your prize |
| Trophies to our dominions of conquests only fantasized |
| O to ye wicked ones |
| And o to blood a reapers song |
| Demons born of mans 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 |
| O the dance of death she’s a sweet one |
| To our victory we will drink |