The Black Dahlia Murder

This twisted wretched place
Shadowed by the utmost darks of hell
In dreams of black beyond the bounds
Of a withered witch's spell
Where the doors surely are locked
When the sun threatens to wane
Where shamblers dwell in dim moonlight
Beyond the warmth of day
Liars line the roads at dawn
Watchful eyes are upon you held
Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed
To be unleashed upon the council of hell
Blood flows down the streets at night
Where wolves cry out for flesh
Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby
With the forms of the walking dead
Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate
Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks
The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds