Artist : BLACK DAHLIA MURDER, THE
Album : Ritual
Ritual Of Indoctrination
Itâs time,
Go get the gun,
The one your familyâs hiding from.
Sleeping in the dresser drawer,
Do pull its trigger I implore,
Shoot your parents then yourself,
Push your life right off the shelf.
Die for metal,
Leave this hell,
Take this oath of blasphemation.
When asked to kill you wonât or will.
Cast aside the weak when lord belial your name,
He calls conquer or wallow in defeat.
Blood in the ink.
The unholy writ on contract for your soul,
Of your feeble peasant minds we have control.
We yank these hidden strings,
The ones that make the razors go,
Weâre cancelling your favorite show.
Weâve pulled the plug,
Weâve closed the curtain.
Drinketh deep now this cup of poison,
And drag a blade right through your veins.
Slaughtering every soul around you of mortality,
Youâll take the reigns,
Youâve broken your bones in violent ritual.
Tattooed black your flesh in our name,
We ask you now to wield the razor at our command,
Youâll worship pain.
Calligraphy in crimson ink,
Thick and dark each stroke.
I hereby swear my life to him,
Here is the sacred parchment,
Now part your skin and sign below.
[Solo]
When asked to kill you wonât or will.
Cast aside the weak when lord belial your name,
He calls conquer or wallow in defeat,
Our blood is Satanâs blood,
Blood in the ink.
Drinketh deep now this cup of poison,
And drag a blade right through your veins.
Slaughtering every soul around you of mortality,
Youâll take the reigns,
Youâve broken your bones in violent ritual.
Tattooed black your flesh in our name,
We ask you now to wield the razor at our command,
Let your life drain.
Album : Ritual
Ritual Of Indoctrination
Itâs time,
Go get the gun,
The one your familyâs hiding from.
Sleeping in the dresser drawer,
Do pull its trigger I implore,
Shoot your parents then yourself,
Push your life right off the shelf.
Die for metal,
Leave this hell,
Take this oath of blasphemation.
When asked to kill you wonât or will.
Cast aside the weak when lord belial your name,
He calls conquer or wallow in defeat.
Blood in the ink.
The unholy writ on contract for your soul,
Of your feeble peasant minds we have control.
We yank these hidden strings,
The ones that make the razors go,
Weâre cancelling your favorite show.
Weâve pulled the plug,
Weâve closed the curtain.
Drinketh deep now this cup of poison,
And drag a blade right through your veins.
Slaughtering every soul around you of mortality,
Youâll take the reigns,
Youâve broken your bones in violent ritual.
Tattooed black your flesh in our name,
We ask you now to wield the razor at our command,
Youâll worship pain.
Calligraphy in crimson ink,
Thick and dark each stroke.
I hereby swear my life to him,
Here is the sacred parchment,
Now part your skin and sign below.
[Solo]
When asked to kill you wonât or will.
Cast aside the weak when lord belial your name,
He calls conquer or wallow in defeat,
Our blood is Satanâs blood,
Blood in the ink.
Drinketh deep now this cup of poison,
And drag a blade right through your veins.
Slaughtering every soul around you of mortality,
Youâll take the reigns,
Youâve broken your bones in violent ritual.
Tattooed black your flesh in our name,
We ask you now to wield the razor at our command,
Let your life drain.
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