ترانه:
The Black Dahlia Murder A Cold Blooded Epitaph

razors. My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings. Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood. The hour approaches, when I shall lay a nest

stalk amongst the feeble mortals in the clothing of a sheep. Envenomed, I am the blackest incarnation. The end of their disease. On my arrival, vengeance swings a