Dawn of Rats - The Black Dahlia Murder

Blood of our revenge awash

None sweeter to the taste

Flagellate the liar

Our verminous desire, it must be slaked

These walls don’t talk

But we’ve seen more than our piece

When you’d felt you’re being watched

You were indeed, we rats have seen

When the silken robes of sodomy

Fell vacant at your feet

Did your god he cough into his sleeve

The guilt, how it hangs

Like chains, an albatross of shame

Smell the reek of lie

The dawn at which you’ll die has come today

These walls don’t talk

But we hear most everything

When your hand covered their mouths

Your ecstasy, their stifled screams

No truth so fucking vile

As the one you must face

When the silken robes of sodomy

Fell vacant at your feet

Did your god he cough into his sleeve

Did he toast with you

To their innocence

So fleeting and so sweet?

The dawn has come of your defeat

We the rats must have our feast

Verminous legions attack

Devour in frenzy this unsacred flesh

We gorge at the raped ones' behest

Leave nary a bone unpecked

When the silken robes of sodomy

Fell vacant at your feet

Did your god he cough into his sleeve

Did he toast with you

To their innocence

So fleeting and so sweet?

The dawn has come of your defeat

We the rats must have our feast

When the silken robes of sodomy

Fell vacant at your feet

Did your god he cough into his sleeve

Did he toast with you

To their innocence

So fleeting and so sweet?

The dawn has come of your defeat

We the rats must have our feast