Nightbringers (2017)

Kevin’s Selection: 4/8/2018 – 4/14/2018

Theme: LP under 35 minutes

Artist: The Black Dahlia Murder

Release Date: 10/6/2017

Runtime: 33:16

Label: Metal Blade

Track Listing:

1). Widowmaker – 3:21
2). Of God and Serpent, of Spectre and Snake – 3:49
3). Matriarch – 3:24
4). Nightbringers – 3:35
5). Jars – 3:37
6). Kings of the Nightworld – 3:13
7). Catacomb Hecatomb – 3:37
8). As Good as Dead – 3:34
9). The Lonely Deceased – 5:06

Lyrics:

1). Widowmaker

You’re locked in my sights!
And it’d be my delight,
to blow your head clean
off the neck where it rests.

As you’ll see
that I do specialize
in a one-shot surprise.
A sniper, they’ve called me the best!

You’d suggest
I’m a cold hearted man.
Well, it’s a cold hearted world!

And besides
if you’d open your eyes,
there’s always been
demand to be met.

Need someone destroyed,
I’m gainfully employed.
No mark is too sordid,
no victim too close.

I am Death!

I profess I’ve a cold hearted plan
to ingress from this cold hearted life.
While the competition rests I am obsessed,
exacting success one mark at a time.

Killing is my business
and at my business I excel.
By silenced gun or silver blade,
it’s the shock on their face
as I send them screaming to Hell!

Succinctly my conscience is clean,
though truly this work is a mess.
To silence I’ve sworn,
this heart doth not mourn.

Emotionless,
to no God I’ll confess!

Largely but a ghost to them,
most won’t see me at all.
A red dot centered patiently
where the spine does meet the skull,
and they’re gone.

Killing is my business
and at my business I excel.
By silenced gun or silver blade,
it’s the shock on their face
as I send them to Hell!

Crimes of lust, a sworn revenge,
reclaiming what’s been lost.
Adulterers, extortionists,
all pains I’m paid to stop.

They call me the widowmaker!

2). Of God and Serpent, of Spectre and Snake

Adam enters sedated Eve
beneath wisdomless tree.
Deathspell of the beckoning of the serpent.
Forked tongue wags as his mouth,
it spews his wretchedness.

A paradise of pain, an obscene Eden insane!
Blood drips, near the base of his erection,
down her palish thigh much to the satyr’s satisfaction.

Impart these burdens to all man, corruptively.
Poisoned the apple shines in hand, so rottenly.
The tree of life with noose in hand, horrendously.

Divine insanity begins!

Absurd, our innocence was lost,
eternal is the cost!
Transgress at the tree of good and evil,
bestowing shame and guilt
into the hearts of his created fools.

All truths will be revealed!
Mortality is sealed in God’s name,
it’s believed that we should thank him
when on this blackened day
by his foul curse we were forsaken.

Impart awareness to all man, condemningly.
Luring temptation placed in hand, pervertedly.
The tree of wisdoms deviant, in mockery.
Conceive our blasphemy!

Of God and Serpent,
of Spectre and Snake!
Shamed in our nakedness,
forever we’re the blamed.

Of God and Serpent,
of Spectre and Snake!
One in the same are they,
a fiend of many names.

Pillaged hymen perforates!
It sorely gives away,
unto the blood engorged lust
of sick humanity.

Swallow whole the both of them,
O Luciferian Snake!
And so was spawned the soulless world,
when foul semen met poisoned egg!

Carnality unending,
the torment is divine
in this garden of delight.

Depravity unceasing,
eternity defined.
Innocence left behind
in this garden of delight.

Slithering gold,
majestic snake!
Asp who would hiss
one thousand lies.

Coiling around
the first created.
Constrict them
of their mortal lives.

Of God and Serpent,
of Spectre and Snake!
Shamed in our nakedness,
forever we’re the blamed.

Of God and Serpent,
of Spectre and Snake!
One in the same are they,
a fiend of many names.

3). Matriarch

Two pairs of headlights
cut a night as black as coal.
I chase predatorily my prize down
these old darkened roads.

Panic stricken hapless mother,
fearful for her pregnancy.
In a grave miscalculation
she wildly yanks the wheel into a tree.

See that big old God up there,
well he don’t see me.
I’ve prayed and prayed,
and gone to church incessantly.

In a daze I find
our newly bleeding host.
Never goes quite
as planned this much I know.

In violence absolute,
I vault atop my gasping victim.
She screams in fear for two,
my knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp.

In the backseat of her car,
an infant is carved into this world.
Not sacredly, not carefully,
the child in hate belongs to me.

See that damned old stork up there?
He wont hear my calls!
He won’t read my letters, man,
in this womb no life at all!

Thats what the doctors said,
so why even try?
I’m shut down,
and I’m broken deep inside!

Tonight I’ll use this blade
to get exactly what I want.
The child within you incubating
for nine hardshipped months.

The hopeful little angel,
bet he looks just like his mom.
Targeted so carefully in this
lottery of sickness you have won.

The smell of entrails
wrestling the nose.
Gutted and splayed
to Hell sweet mommy goes!

In violence absolute,
I vault atop my gasping victim.
She screams in fear for two,
my knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp.

In the backseat of her car,
an infant is carved into this world.
Not sacredly, not carefully,
the child in hate belongs to me.

Oh no, the life
it’s leaving mother’s eyes!
Aren’t we surprised,
but a mere expense of this night.

I’ve been watching you for weeks,
I know what sex the child will be.
I know it’s the perfect time
for me to seize control.

In violence absolute,
I vault atop my gasping victim.
She screams in fear for two,
my knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp.

In the backseat of her car,
an infant is carved into this world.
Not sacredly, not carefully,
the child in hate belongs to me.

In this heart so destitute,
there is a void that’s lying stillborn.
On the ground, discarded husk!
I thank thee for your work,
second to none!

You’ll never know my name,
you’ll never meet your son.

Your seed is mine and mine alone,
in death this deed be sickly done.
See that big old God up there?
Well he don’t see me, he don’t see me!

4). Nightbringers

This time it’s war!

Ghouls attack the church,
crush the trinity dead.
They’ll try to board the windows,
but there’s too much glass and gold.

To hell you’ve sold your souls
for seven silver coins,
and every child you’ve defiled.

Religion hangs,
and we are the tiers of the noose.
This blackened bearer of truth,
onward we fight.

Yank the deadened Christ-pig
right off of that cross.
Stab in him in the side again,
its none of our loss.

This time,
no more feeble minds
will not be hypnotized
by their disease.

Behold infinite bringers of the night,
black flame of Satan burning foul and bright.
We, kindred bringers of the night,
your blood our sweet delight.

Ye unholy fiends
from depths of black,
turn every fucking cross
you see to Hell.

Defecate in holy waters,
instill much fear,
and poison every well.

Unholy fiends
driven by will.
The time has come to see
their christ is killed.

His fabrications
muted, dead and gone.
We’ll sing this song forever
or until…

Legion six hundred sixty six,
no evangelist shall stand before me.
Bury his memory into black,
and with might attack all who oppose.

You will behold infinite bringers of the night,
black flame of Satan burning foul and bright.
We, kindred bringers of the night,
your blood our sweet delight.

5). Jars

My jars, wonderful jars,
each labeled, sealed and stowed.
Beneath the cellar floor
where not a soul would ever know.

Preserved my sustenance
to last the entire winter long.
These jars, my precious meat,
brined and pickled cuts of human beef.

Row after row,
a pantry full of enemies.
Maintained and organized,
a vast collection dear to me.

Each one a toy of mine,
I revisit them when I should eat.
With zeal I recollect
that very moment of their defeat.

Salting and curing
every piece for my flesh feast.

In jars!
Vessels immaculate,
cylindrical and clean.

Their heads in jars!
The lightless winter months
have gone straight to my brain.
Know what I mean?

Here in my solitude,
fed by my stock of dead.
Preserved in jars!

Their facial features warp,
the laughter never ends.
My foe, I win!

My jars innumerable,
incalculable my pride.
Trophies of my love to hunt
taken to such egregious heights.

Each one encapsulates a visage
of that fateful night of those who
have met their end by my ever still
and sharpened skinning knife.

Brown sugared long pig, what a treat.
Obscenely orgasmic to eat!
For this scrumptious family recipe,
I’ve saved you a seat.

In jars!
Vessels immaculate,
cylindrical and clean.

Their heads in jars!
The lightless winter months
have gone straight to my brain.
Know what I mean?

Here in my solitude,
fed by my stock of dead.
Preserved in jars!

Their facial features warp,
defiled unto no end.
Again I win!

Row after row,
a pantry full of enemies.
Maintained and organized,
a vast collection dear to me.

8-17-05, this collegiate girl
did kick and fight.
The next sow bled, September 9th,
plucked from her tracks,
out like the tide.

In jars!
Vessels immaculate,
cylindrical and clean.

Their heads in jars!
The lightless winter months
have gone straight to my brain.
Know what I mean?

Here in my solitude,
fed by my stock of dead.
Preserved in jars!

Their facial features warp,
defiled unto no end.
Again I win!

6). Kings of the Nightworld

Enshrouded in ebony mystery,
blacker than the darkest pitch.
A bond of blood to death and drek,
Seeking to defile everything
which bears his name.

In hate we will
destroy you all the same.
Suckling each vein!

We shall corrupt and dismantle,
waging a war without end.
Until the head of the one fettered Christ,
doth sate our lust for revenge.

We are the kings of the nightworld,
those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness,
our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.

Haunted by our disposition,
disgusted by their foul belief.
A brotherhood in violence,
to microscopic dust we’ll grind
the bones of their deceit.

Behold this rite of mutilation,
rack stretches limbs beyond reprieve.
The rope it bores into their flesh,
to test the meddle, subhuman,
his skeletal integrity.

Just try our blackened hand
and you will see, so painfully.

We are the seekers of vengeance,
turning plowshares into swords.
Dreaming of days beneath the godless sun,
free of their crestfallen Lord.

We are the kings of the nightworld,
those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness,
our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.

Unfurl a wrath upon his planet here,
one truer than the straightest blade.
Death to all and all to death!
Until the bitter end it comes,
we’ll soldier to our destiny.

When the moon is shown,
we’ll live again, vampirically.
Like weeds we will grow
from cracks and crevices to creep.

We are the kings of the nightworld,
those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness,
our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.

Black are the hearts of our willful,
to ribbons the flesh of who’d stand in our way.
Black is our maelstrom of chaos,
the pride of Sathanas is burning in me.

It burns in me!

7). Catacomb Hecatomb

Torchlight dancing on her chamber,
a flickering throne of bone.
Embedded in walls of cobwebs,
entangled draping designs arachnid.

Eyelessly her sockets piercing,
a voice begins to rise.
A torrent of backward screaming!

The bandaging that wraps her bursting
as her legs begin to part.
Foul plumage of dust erupting,
our lungs arrested by dreadful coughing.

Her royal stomach bulbous
bubbling bulging with undead life.
A prayer to unknow and unsee
these hellish sights.

The halls of these catacombs,
our wretched grave.
Where we’ll stalk
the dark as undead slaves.

A sentence eternally
to painfully rot.
In this skull lined tomb
that time’s forgot.

Hallucination paralyzation,
utter and complete annihilation.

Queen of the restless dead spews forth!
Screaming as were both eaten alive!
Spider sacks erupt a million tiny princes
pouring from her hollowed hull.

Hungry for flesh!

Cobwebbed mistress of ancient horror,
the torch escaping my frozen grasp.
Our end approaches carnivorous feasting,
we’ll feed her offspring.

Consumed before each others eyes!

The rancid fruitage of her
ancient yellowed bones,
had we only learned to
leave well enough alone.

The halls of these catacombs,
our wretched grave.
Where we’ll stalk
the dark as undead slaves.

A sentence eternally
to painfully rot.
In this skull lined tomb
that time’s forgot.

Chained in this afterlife!
We’re to remain, serving unto this curse
of everlasting arachnid disdain.

A hecatomb by the candle’s golden flame,
never must you utter her name.
Hallucination paralyzation,
utter and complete annihilation!

8). As Good as Dead

Why has God forsaken me?
It sank its rotten
teeth into my flesh.
I screamed as now I’m one of them!

The zombies poison flows,
corrupting mortal veins.
The festering wound won’t mend
my body suffering with pain.

Face is sunken in,
my eyes begin to fade.
The pigmentation of my flesh
erased and we’re left.

Counting the days,
handcuffed to the bed.
That look in your eyes
gets worse each time.

You cannot hide
the pain that you feel.
When seeing me this way,
as good as dead.

Rotting from deep inside,
cold compress on the head.
Temperature wildly fluctuates,
teeth chattering without end.

Appetite is lost,
soon to long for flesh.
The goodbyes yet to be said,
fret not my friend because we are…

Counting the days,
handcuffed to the bed.
That look in your eyes
gets worse each time.

You cannot hide
the pain that you feel.
When seeing me this way,
I’m one of them.

Why would God forsake us all?
We’re left to fend
for our feeble selves.
I scream but no one hears me!

Tallies scratched
into a wall of stone.
In this Hell surrounded,
but truly all alone.

Counting the days,
handcuffed to the bed.
That look in your eyes…

You realise you cannot hide
the pain that you feel,
as I fade into the grey!

Counting the days,
locked in solitude.
The tears in your eyes
get worse each time.

You fail to hide
the shame that you feel.
When seeing me this way,
as good as…

As good as dead!

9). The Lonely Deceased

What the old man don’t know,
what his eyes yet have seen.
My sordid transpirings
well into each eve.

While I’m paid so handsomely,
I would work here for free.
I stitch tight each orifice,
once blessed with my seed.

The lonely deceased!

Cryptic sewn mouthed their secrets.
Shameful their silence
dragged down to the grave.

What happens on the slab,
dies in this morgue with me.
In these four walls,
my grisly playground.

Where none rest in peace!

No words have been spoken,
no reprimand said.
Concealing so carefully
my lust for the dead.

Their insides are glistening,
curiosities fed.
Forensically frolicking
while God is in bed.

Have I gone mad?

Gruesome kingdom so lurid,
hidden so convincingly.
They’d have my head!

Morbid morgue of malpractice,
I envy each death!
Are they finally free?

This flesh of ours,
an earthly cage key.
Six feet down in a grave!

What harms been done!
The breathless have
not any inhibition.

Haunted in dreams of their
dead faces come to life!

Death is my business
work diligently.
A forte I’ve taken
all too seriously.

I’m swift with the trocar,
I scalpel with glee.
Besides I like fucking them,
a small perk for me.

The morgue is my sick whorehouse,
their bodies favourites toys.
Anointing them with ejaculate,
all the good little girls and boys.

They’d call me mad,
sickly lifeless devotion.
Their blood and their
innocence drained.

What’s left unsaid,
guilted damnening sentence.
If there is a God,
down in Hell’s where I’ll be.

This flesh of ours,
an earthly cage key.
Six feet down in a grave!

What crimes been done!
The speechless won’t
contest this violation.

Cold dolls of skin!
Mounting the slab
thrusting myself deep within.

Though frowned upon,
the company policy: termination!

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