I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
For a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
Under the guise of anonymity I masquerade in thrilling mockery
An erection juts begrudgingly from twixt my silken Sunday pleats

The coffin is sealed face to go unrevealed
But I dare know what lies underneath
Two bloodless halves of a dark flower dead
Whose dream turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds
How pathetically I broke her like a doll of porcelain
I found her primed for a raping that could never be
In wanton fallacy the temptress played deceiving taunting charming fools like me
Her silhouette an hourglass whose sands of time would empty fast
"A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true."
Than call me the nightfall the colder than death a winter unending that's stolen her breath

Dead and famous at last she's made it
Her mangled face
Haunting shameless
The death of peace
Endarkened times
Crowned an immortal yet stricken of life
The headlines read "Young Starlet --- Dead!"
Drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
Sodomized
Defeminized
Silent the victor
Vengeance is mine

In hell is where she waits for me
Seductress burns in sin
The succubus deceased

The funeral has ceased you can all rest at ease
My desire be not to kill again
I'll now disappear leaving legend to fear
So lock every door tight from now until eternity

Dead and famous at last she's made it
Her mangled face
Smiling shameless
The death of peace
Endarkened times
Crowned an immortal yet stricken of life
The headlines read "Young Starlet --- Dead!"
Drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
Sodomized
Defeminized
I am the victor
Vengeance is mine

I watched the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
For a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
I the misogynist
Her crooked smile my seal of hatred
Incarnate of the beast
The god of which they speak

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Black Dahlia Murder's song "In Hell Is Where She Waits for Me" are dark and disturbing, telling the story of a depraved killer who takes pleasure in the suffering of his victims. The first verse describes his twisted enjoyment of watching people mourn, feeling powerful as if he were a god. He revels in his anonymity and the thrilling mockery of his masquerade. The second verse details the singer's victim, a woman he sees as a broken porcelain doll, primed for a rapist like himself. He sees her as a temptress, deceiving and taunting him along with others, calling her "her silhouette an hourglass whose sands of time would empty fast". The third verse is a celebration of the killer's victory, while mocking the victim he just killed.

The song is heavily influenced by death metal, featuring fast-paced, aggressive guitar riffs and intense drumming. The lyrics reflect the genre's focus on dark themes, often drawing from horror and occult themes. The title of the song was inspired by the 1970s horror film "The Legend of Hell House," which features a female ghost who haunts the living.

Line by Line Meaning

I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
I derive pleasure from seeing people suffering from grief.

For a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
Seeing others suffer makes me feel powerful, like a god.

Under the guise of anonymity I masquerade in thrilling mockery
I hide my true self and enjoy mocking others without being discovered.

An erection juts begrudgingly from twixt my silken Sunday pleats
I'm sexually aroused by causing pain and suffering to others.

The coffin is sealed face to go unrevealed
The coffin is closed and its contents remain unknown.

But I dare know what lies underneath
I know what's inside the coffin, but won't reveal it to others.

Two bloodless halves of a dark flower dead
The body inside the coffin is that of a young woman who has been murdered.

Whose dream turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds
The victim's dream life became a horrifying reality that haunts us all.

How pathetically I broke her like a doll of porcelain
I took pleasure in breaking her, as if she were a fragile, innocent doll.

I found her primed for a raping that could never be
I took advantage of a vulnerable victim who could never defend herself.

In wanton fallacy the temptress played deceiving taunting charming fools like me
The victim's innocent actions somehow justified my sick, twisted desires.

Her silhouette an hourglass whose sands of time would empty fast
The victim's time on Earth was running out, and I enjoyed watching it happen.

"A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true."
The victim could have had a bright future, but I destroyed it before it could blossom.

Than call me the nightfall the colder than death a winter unending that's stolen her breath
I am a cold, heartless killer who feels nothing for my victims.

Dead and famous at last she's made it
The victim is now famous only because of her tragic death.

Her mangled face
The victim's face was severely disfigured by her killer.

Haunting shameless
The victim's ghost haunts me, but I feel no remorse for what I've done.

The death of peace
My actions have caused chaos and unrest.

Endarkened times
The world is a darker place because of my actions.

Crowned an immortal yet stricken of life
Even though the victim is dead, she will never be forgotten because of the publicity surrounding her death.

The headlines read "Young Starlet --- Dead!"
The media sensationalized the victim's death, turning it into a spectacle for the masses.

Drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
I took the victim's life and gave her nothing in return.

Sodomized
I sexually assaulted the victim before killing her.

Defeminized
I stripped the victim of her gender identity and reduced her to an object.

Silent the victor
I won't be caught, so I am the silent victor.

Vengeance is mine
I feel justified in my actions and believe that I am the one who should be seeking vengeance.

In hell is where she waits for me
I believe that the victim's ghost is waiting for me in hell.

Seductress burns in sin
I blame the victim for seducing me and leading me to commit such a heinous act.

The succubus deceased
In my mind, the victim was a demon who deserved to die for her sins.

The funeral has ceased you can all rest at ease
The victim's funeral is over, but I still feel the need to assert my power over others.

My desire be not to kill again
I claim that I don't want to kill again, but this is likely a lie.

I'll now disappear leaving legend to fear
I plan to disappear and leave my crimes as a cautionary tale for others to fear.

So lock every door tight from now until eternity
I want people to fear me and take precautions to protect themselves from someone like me in the future.

I the misogynist
I am a woman-hater who feels justified in my actions toward the victim.

Her crooked smile my seal of hatred
Something about the victim's smile made me hate her even more.

Incarnate of the beast
I am a monster, embodying the worst traits of humanity.

The god of which they speak
I believe that my actions make me almost god-like in my power over others.

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