Brian Eschbach - Hymn for the Wretched lyrics

We are the blackness of the night Cold wind that cuts your flesh We are the enemy praying for your certain d**h We are what was, will be forevermore In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark Children of the blackest seed Reared on murder and deceit We are the thorns of human woe His will be done To the humble maggots To the putrid flies Where d**h and hatred lurk We shall survive To the diseases To the sharpest knives When daybreak no more comes We shall arise We are the sickness, the stench of the deceased Your father's secret shame Our violent wrath shall be unleashed We feast on blood and the weakness of your kind From the haunted depths we have arisen to slither as the snake Children of the blackest seed Reared on murder and deceit We are the thorns of human woe His will be done To the humble maggots To the putrid flies Where d**h and hatred lurk We shall survive To the diseases To the sharpest knives When daybreak no more comes We shall arise Lurking legion of the obscene Unheard forever in between Unbound The liars in wait Our being you forsake Whispers upon the winds, profane Unheard, the wretched and the insane Unbound, forgotten, ignored The ugliness abhorred The razor; the bullet; the length of rope Our tools are numerous, our hatred overflows The razor; the bullet; the length of rope A lapse of sanity plummets to earth below We are the blackness of the night Cold wind that cuts your flesh We are the enemy praying for your certain d**h We are what was, will be forevermore In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark We are the sliver in your god's feeble hand During the silent hours, the shadows we command We're the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came For eons we have lurked and for eons we shall remain!