Black Dahlia Murder - What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse - табы GTP и PTB

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 reavealed 
 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 
 They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck 

 His spires are growing taller 
 Still their shadows stretching throughout the land 
 Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man

 Into the tower never go the horrors multiply 
 Gears can mince the strongest 
 Ones leaving heroes paralyzed 
 The rivers flow with poison
 The sands swallow you whole 
 The ghouls that roam this darkened wood 
 Are thirsting for your throat

 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 
 They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck 

 His spires are growing taller 
 Still their shadows stretching throughout the land 
 Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man