Carbonized in Cruciform - The Black Dahlia Murder

The circle of bones has been sealed

Prepared for these most ancient rites

Three virgin cunts, arrested by chains

Gut them like pigs— let their filthy blood drain

Dark astral sigils brand their bruised backs

With eyes disembodied, enshroud them in black

Moaning, defeated— mere inches from death

We reach out to you, master, with this offering of flesh

Cremation of the captured

Inhaling the funeral plumes

Torches besoaked and then set ablaze

Accept now this token of dreck, death, and doom

Observing communion— satanic elite

Nails through the midst of the lamb’s hands and feet

Affixing with hammers— a spear through the side

Staked with conviction as if it were Jesus Christ

Impaled and hung up high, there

Three of their most rotten thieves

In a black recreation, so hideous and foul

Of when this sickening lie was so deftly conceived

Unearthly ritual— bloodlet thine human sow

In flames, his face appears

Black intentions— crystal clear

Darkly, the mass has encircled

In silence, the hooded look on

The skies, they are threatening terrible storms

Protesting this crucifixion

So hear me now and rise up from the flames

Twisting leviathan

Our path, left-handed

We bear the bestial markings spelling doom

O' master, rear your horned head

Master, exhale your acrid breath

We are your humble servants

We bow before your blackened essence, true

Unearthly ritual— bloodlet thine human sow

In flames, his face appears

Black intentions— crystal clear

Accept our sacrifice

Their blood will giveth voice

Carbonized in cruciform

Black inversion of the one called «Lord»