Conspiring With the Damned - The Black Dahlia Murder

Conspiring with the damned

Contact the other side

Converse with the deceased

Corrupt your virgin mind

We cannot comprehend a cold dead in between

The roaming spirit world where the living do not see

«It's just a game»…

Revealing horrid secrets

Identity unknown

What started out in innocence

With evil, it has grown

The opening of gateways obscene

The ancient horror, on this evening, will unfold

A wretched curse on thine own family

You’ll wish the dead you’d never sought to know

Decrypting the words of the deceased

Of molestations of murder and disease

Hatred fueled by a searing jealousy

Forever fleshless— enshamed, they long to be

The secrets of our fate the dead have seen

Masquerading as a friend, initially

Profane possession, nightmare reality

Just place your hands upon the planchette and believe

Don’t look now, the walls are bleeding

Crucifixes are inverting

Candles, black, are sickly burning

Throughout the air are pages whirling

You’ll pray to God to see you through the night

You’ll embrace a God, feeling threatened for your life

A twisting demon’s face you’ll come before in a dream

The damned abhorrent dead find refuge in your screams

Witness them speak…

The opening of gateways obscene

The ancient horror, on this evening, will unfold

A wretched curse on thine own family

You’ll wish the dead you’d never sought to know