Sunless Empire - The Black Dahlia Murder

Down deeper than you’d go

Into the pest-ridden mire of the tunnels below

Where our primordial claim is staked

With the rats and the snakes, our underworld

Down here we never change

Septic intentions of ours always remaining the same

As your pathetic diluted world is constantly rearranged

We are the verminous

In hate abstain

Cremating our former selves in a funereal blaze

Against your grain

Our subterranean realm of decay

We’d sooner die of ashen cancer

Our teeth black from the soot

This kingdom’s our excremental answer

To the fecal world you’ve built

Follow the fetid stench

Into our sunless empire, only the strong will descend

That’s where our anachronistic ways

Will evade the ending of days, the end times

Below your graves

Exists our wretched domain

To which the weak are our slaves

Call us depraved, sick and deranged

We’re the ones who are sane

Legions, ye foul bearers of disease

In death’s devotion we descend

The mold was broken, so why change the perfect beast?

Reigning below down in the dark and pestilent

A hidden world beyond your grasp

This throne of skulls was built to last

Embrace the death

We haunt the land of evernight

Where human nightmares never end

The things that slither, things that fright

That raise hair on your skin

Legions, ye foul bearers of disease

In death’s devotion we descend

The mold was broken, so why change the perfect beast?

Reigning below down in the dark and pestilent

Reigning below down in the dark and pestilent

Their end