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The Black Dahlia Murder What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse

the sacred revealed, to be unleashed upon this council of Hell. Blood flows the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh. Where a horrible curse

the sacred revealed, to be unleashed upon this council of Hell. Blood flows the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh. Where a horrible curse

I cut away you're just a name to me - a friend is now a ghost I will never give again you have forsaken any faith I had in you all the love I had

is all you know. You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride. A broken heart? You broke your fucking own. I remain. I never would have

a heart that couldn't heal destroyed by it's own stupidity a frozen smile - cracks backing frigid lies I shelter beneath a veil of happiness - a delicate