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  • 标题:Hymn For The Wretched

    艺人:The Black Dahlia Murder

    专辑:Unhallowed

    作曲:Black Dahlia Murder ...

    制谱人:Gofur (gofur@terramail.pl)

    附注:
    Don't depend on the solo tab too much. He plays it so 
    friggin fast it's almost impossible to distinguish the 
    sounds. I listened to it in slow motion, but still may have 
    missed some notes or messed up the timing.
    
    This a beta version of the tab, the bass and drums are 
    on the way.

    节拍: ♩ = 145

    歌词:
    We are the blackness of the night
    Cold wind that cuts your flesh
    We are the enemy praying for your certain death
    We are what was, will be forevermore
    In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark

    Children of the blackest seed
    Reared on murder and deceit
    We are the thorns of human woe
    His will be done

    To the humble maggots
    To the putrid flies
    Where death and hatred lurk
    We shall survive

    To the diseases
    To the sharpest knives
    We shall arise

    We are the sickness, the stench of the deceased
    Your father's secret shame
    Our violent wrath shall be unleashed
    We feast on blood and the weakness of your kind
    From the haunted depths we have arisen to slither as the snake

    Children of the blackest seed
    Reared on murder and deceit
    We are the thorns of human woe
    His will be done

    To the humble maggots
    To the putrid flies
    Where death and hatred lurk
    We shall survive

    To the diseases
    To the sharpest knives
    We shall arise

    Lurking legion of the obscene
    Unheard forever in between
    Unbound
    The liars in wait
    Our being you forsake

    Whispers upon the winds, profane
    Unheard, the wretched and the insane
    Unbound, forgotten, ignored
    The ugliness abhorred

    The razor; the bullet; the length of rope
    Our tools are numerous, our hatred overflows
    The razor; the bullet; the length of rope
    A lapse of sanity plummets to earth below

    We are the blackness of the night
    Cold wind that cuts your flesh
    We are the enemy praying for your certain death
    We are what was, will be forevermore
    In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark

    We are the sliver in your god's feeble hand
    We're the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came
    For eons we have lurked and for eons we shall remain!
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