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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Eschbach
Brian Eschbach
Rhythm Guitar
John A Kempainen
John A Kempainen
Lead Guitar
Ryan Bart Williams
Ryan Bart Williams
Bass
Shannon Michael Lucas
Shannon Michael Lucas
Drums
Trevor Strnad
Trevor Strnad
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Eschbach
Brian Eschbach
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Black Dahlia Murder
The Black Dahlia Murder
Producer
Eric Rachel
Eric Rachel
Engineer
Jason Suecof
Jason Suecof
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Neeley
Kyle Neeley
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Pretenders to the throne kneel before him Appalling wretched demon king Praise be to us his children Spawns of evils reckoning Doomed from the inception Claiming fire as our home Licked by flames our steel grows Stronger to be honed in hate forevermore A hellish scorn quickly approaches violent climax Infernal legions the time nears when we'll strike Shadows serving to enshroud us Our blackened hearts Those forgotten looming just beyond their sight The blood of pariahs through our veins Sin and hell our mainstay Forever to remain O to ye wicked ones And o to blood a reapers song Demons born of mans sickest desire Those of the darkness spawned Fires of hell I stoke thee high Through the open gates ever so wide Bury me in sin The daggers have been raised Now lets begin The margins of sanity blur into night As one will move beyond the light Murder effortlessly Without a tear Our motives to them never clear Damn this liars world We are the truth you've all awaited Impaling holy fallacy The filthy blood of Christian seed Akin to the looming serpent We've patiently anticipated The time To rise Is upon us My lord I kneel before you now paint me bloody red Bathing in blasphemy I beat the path that's traveled less The forgotten your minions our souls of black We are the thousands in the darkness waiting to attack Infernal legions their heads shall be your prize Trophies to our dominions of conquests only fantasized O to ye wicked ones And o to blood a reapers song Demons born of mans sickest desire Those of the darkness spawned Fires of hell I stoke thee high Through the open gates ever so wide Bury me in sin The daggers have been raised O the dance of death she's a sweet one To victory we will drink
Writer(s): Brian Garrett Eschbach, Trevor Scott Strnad, Ryan Williams, Shannon Michael Lucas, John Kempainen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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