Текст песни Malenchanments of the Necrosphere - The Black Dahlia Murder

Ancient human obelisk awakens
From centuries of dust
Imprisoned in obsidian
A horrid, golemesque abomination
The man of stone
Black soul within the ebon bone
Carved by the mad gods
Born from the mountain′s hull
Scrolls of blackened magick unearth this hateful will
Anthropomorphous—
Propelling forward
Slow and sluggish, yet rumbling to life
Beyond those whiteless eyes
A blinded rage of hatred, torment and frustration
Aeons of suffering
Eternal is the conflagration
To crumble every feeble being found
Destruction, his means of expressing
Juggernaut of enmity
Leaden hands for throttling
The heartless devils who've bound him here
With malenchanments of the necrosphere— the end is near!
His poisoned heart is pumping somewhere deep inside
From weakness, armored
For when the skulls of man, his flesh, collides
Soldier of solitude
Of elemental pain
Driven to insanity when stone, his form, became
Incarcerated in his skin
Emancipate him from his sin
He once stood just like me
A peasant full of apathy
Petrified, his family tree
Shake free from the chains of bondage and arise!
Arise! Arise! Arise!
Arise! (Kill!)
Arise! (Kill!)
Arise! (Kill!)
Arise!
Storm the mortals′ land, unraveling his plan
Fists of iron swinging
Erase this Earth, enraged
In rain filled footsteps, lie dead and broken
The crushed and splintered
Untimely, their demise
Juggernaut of enmity
Leaden hands for throttling
The heartless devils who've bound him here
With malenchanments of the necrosphere— the end is here!