The Black Dahlia Murder
The Blackest Incarnation
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i awaken -- deep in the grasp of frozen pines
not a shred of clothing, yet i feel no cold
the woods envelope my soul
perception multiplies
my senses heighten to extremes
my heart beat ever increasing
the only sound aside from the wailing of the wind through the trees
i know no fear
boundaries of mortal human flesh have abandoned me as i am renewed
i dreamt of such a mutation for countless winter nights
my essence became that of a beast
i gracefully cut through the forest
free of my former husk
unfettered by the hindrances of past
my purpose manifests, i am void of delusion
i am born into this wolven form in seek of human flesh
lead by vampiric hunger
i will to feast upon the bones of the meek
the marrow of my enemies
lusting to be bathed in the blood of a child
to quench my maw with shreds of virgin flesh
to tear apart he who i once was
to rid the world of his feeble lies
for days i travel north, leaving a trail of hollowed bodies in my frigid wake
finding my way back home to stalk amongst the feeble mortals
in the clothing of a sheep
envenomed, i am the blackest incarnation
the end of their disease
on my arrival, vengeance swings a heavy hand
crushing the will of god
not a shred of clothing, yet i feel no cold
the woods envelope my soul
perception multiplies
my senses heighten to extremes
my heart beat ever increasing
the only sound aside from the wailing of the wind through the trees
i know no fear
boundaries of mortal human flesh have abandoned me as i am renewed
i dreamt of such a mutation for countless winter nights
my essence became that of a beast
i gracefully cut through the forest
free of my former husk
unfettered by the hindrances of past
my purpose manifests, i am void of delusion
i am born into this wolven form in seek of human flesh
lead by vampiric hunger
i will to feast upon the bones of the meek
the marrow of my enemies
lusting to be bathed in the blood of a child
to quench my maw with shreds of virgin flesh
to tear apart he who i once was
to rid the world of his feeble lies
for days i travel north, leaving a trail of hollowed bodies in my frigid wake
finding my way back home to stalk amongst the feeble mortals
in the clothing of a sheep
envenomed, i am the blackest incarnation
the end of their disease
on my arrival, vengeance swings a heavy hand
crushing the will of god
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