The Black Dahlia Murder
"Warborn"


Amidst a swirling din of smoke and screaming on the battlefield, born reared on the teat of my dear mother war. Hardened to stone through abuse, mocked, beaten, and scorned a bayonet severed umbilical cord.

The wind sings its sad lullab through a blackened and hollowed ribcage. I'm to die in battle, divine with the flames as my grave. This realm of inhuman carnage where the blood eternally rains. To my brothers who've fallen before me, I will walk with you again.

[Solo]

This, my demented playground, the horizon is howling ablaze. A skeletal village illuminates the sky as fire consumes their grains. With glee I rape and torture, my pleasure is inflicting pain. With a vigor unholy, I'll fight to my doom 'til I've vanquished the Christian god's ways.

Oh it must be such a different world to which those on the outside exist. At least I know who loves me here, no delusions, all weakness dismissed. An era of inhuman tragedy to be ushered by my iron hand. The oven's bellowed to crematory high to dispose of the god-fearing man.

The wind sings its sad lullab through a blackened and hollowed ribcage. I'm to die in battle, divine with the flames as my grave. This realm of inhuman carnage where the blood eternally rains. To my brothers who've fallen before me, I will walk with you again