A Shrine to Madness - The Black Dahlia Murder

«Let us go out this evening for pleasure…

…for the night is still young!»

Let us dance, skeletally

The chill of the autumn is stirring in me

Let us rape, let us murder

A night to sate thine perverted desires

A night on which to watch them die

To see the life whisked from the inside

A night so black as Satan’s hide

When we ghouls do come alive

When the masks of mockery

Shall disguise our wicked eyes

To the death of all

Celebrate the empty breath of Fall

The 31st t’will not go silent

So long as evil doth dwell in man

Devil’s night t’was a scorcher

But on this eve we bring hell

Here, in the season of the dead

Sanity hangs by a thread

We’re descendants of the dark

Give us back our one true love

Manifest all hallows eve

Samhain grim, our one true love

No, you shan’t kill Halloween

For we’ve bore it in our blood

Embrace ye the brown-leafed vertigo

For this undead night we have sold our souls

Hoist ye this black flag of blasphemy

Lift high this emblem of hate

Return the jack-o-lantern's smile

On this holiday for the defiled

Shed the thorned binds of Christ’s denial

And so, let the devil in

Cultus diabolus

Laus ut flamma

Cultus obscurum

Amplexus fatum

Rejoice now, ye hellions of Earth

A glimpse of a future not far

When the dark one is said to return

Blackening this planet with ire

Let us rape, let us murder

A night to sate thine perverted desires

A thrill that cannot be quantified

To warm one’s hands upon arson’s fires

May the spoils of this evening rot our teeth to the gums

May the treats of our enemies sever their lying tongues

Here, in the season of the dead

Sanity hangs by a thread

We’re descendants of the dark

Give us back our one true love

Manifest all hallows eve

Samhain grim, our one true love

No, you shan’t kill Halloween

For we’ve bore it in our blood

In our blood!