[00:00.000] 作曲 : The Black Dahlia Murder[00:28.096]This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell[00:34.886]In dreams of black, beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell[00:41.164]Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane[00:48.228]Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day[00:55.006]Liars line the roads at dawn[00:57.885]Watchful eyes are upon you held[01:01.010]Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed its the council of hell[01:08.044]Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh[01:14.593]Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead[01:21.374]Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate[01:27.920]Driven insane by the dark one, to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks[01:34.700]The undead are among us; at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds[01:41.471]They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck[01:48.226]His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land[01:54.983]Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man[02:02.055]SOLO[02:28.665]Into the tower, never go; the horrors multiply[02:35.213]The gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes paralyzed[02:41.477]The rivers flow with poison[02:44.860]The sands swallow you whole[02:48.261]The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat[02:54.810]Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate[03:01.578]Driven insane by the dark one, to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks[03:08.103]The undead are among us; at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds[03:14.883]They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck[03:21.456]His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land[03:28.501]Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man[03:47.566]END