What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse - The Black Dahlia Murder

This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell

In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell

Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane

Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day

Liars line the roads at dawn watchful eyes are upon you held

Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell

Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh

Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead

Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate

Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks

The undead creat are among us twice at sweet

They shrink die silken beds

They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck

His spires are growing taller still their shadows stretching throughout the land

Freeing the evils that sleep withing the weaker minds of man

Into the tower never go the horrors multiply

Gears can mince the strongest ones leaving heroes paralyzed

The rivers flow with poison the sands swallow you whole

The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat

Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate

Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks

The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds

They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck

His spires are growing taller still their shadows stretching throughout the land

Freeing the evils that sleep withing the weaker minds of man