Текст песни That Which Erodes the Most Tender of Things - The Black Dahlia Murder
Won′t
you
rest
your
ruined
head
my
weary
child
This
would
twas
not
for
thee
I
send
you
now
the
promised
land
Not
one
breath
did
you
heave
stilly
born
Unto
this
earth
sleeping
so
soundly
in
my
arms
A
slug-like
trail
of
ochre
fluids
where
we've
danced
The
sun
is
setting
now
I
hold
a
modest
hand
in
vain
My
lungs
emit
a
sigh
What
fiend
would
take
these
tiny
eyes
and
show
them
to
the
dark
God′s
just
a
lie
Never
born
into
this
den
of
sin
That
which
erodes
the
most
tender
of
things
After
the
eve
has
fallen
The
lights
are
sinking
low
Shadows
would
hide
that
life
In
him
could
never
grow
A
hollow
gaze
peers
from
the
cradle
black
Imagining
his
shining
eyes
just
sockets
staring
back
Witness
the
baptism
skeletal
the
world
would
shun
Reject
the
purest
form
of
love
A
mother
to
her
son
I
proceed
to
nurse
him
I
could
almost
smile
I
entertain
the
notion
That
he
did
live
this
while
But
he's
dead
to
this
world
Carved
out
just
like
my
heart
Soaked
up
and
washed
so
lovingly
Cherished
son
unconditionally
In
our
secret
world
alone
Situation
delecate
crudely
frowned
upon
In
our
sacred
love
undone
Never
born
into
this
den
of
sin
That
which
erodes
the
most
tender
of
things
After
the
eve
has
fallen
The
lights
are
sinking
low
Shadows
would
hide
that
life
In
him
could
never
grow
A
hollow
gaze
peers
from
the
cradle
black
Imagining
his
shining
eyes
just
sockets
staring
back
Witness
the
baptism
skeletal
the
world
would
shun
Reject
the
purest
form
of
love
A
mother
to
her
putrid
rotting
son
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