Nocturnal
The Black Dahlia Murder Lyrics


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Between the lines of dead language tongues, before the dawn our hearts they shall hunt. The smell of blood excites the nostrils at first cut. The sanguinary worship of red spraying punctures a sight so divine.

Clutching her carcass, a face frozen in time. A distorted dialect for the draining of veins to the flooding of bedsheets with sick crimson rain. A warped diction of scriptures befouled, traditions steeped within disgraces reviled.

Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow. Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be. Damnation's diction, a deadly disclosure, our poisons in their goblets drip.

(Oh how) How perfectly hideous, so eloquently scribed- each scripture so skillfully sick. Parchment scabbed over with plasmatic prose, prophesize permanent night. The words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul and bestow me with infernal might.
A warped diction of scriptures befouled, traditions steeped within disgraces reviled. Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow. Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be. Hatred and persistence, destined to see a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun.

[Solo]

By the light unspoken, this language of brutality. Enraptured I have become uhonly. Night's arms welcome me.





Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be. Hatred and persistance, destined to see a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Nocturnal" by The Black Dahlia Murder contain themes of darkness, morbidity, and evil. The first stanza describes a scene of bloodshed and worship of violent acts. The singer conveys a fascination with the sight of blood and the ritualistic nature of murder. He also alludes to the use of dead languages and distorted scriptures as a means of justifying or celebrating these acts. The second stanza continues this theme, with references to a twisted family relationship (addressing a "Father, unholy one") and a violent legacy passed down through generations. The final stanza suggests a powerful transformation, with the singer becoming "enraptured" by the language of brutality and embraced by the "arms" of the night.


Line by Line Meaning

Between the lines of dead language tongues, before the dawn our hearts they shall hunt.
We will hunt and kill before the sunrise using brutal methods described in ancient spiritual language.


The smell of blood excites the nostrils at first cut.
The scent of fresh blood is intoxicating and arousing to the senses.


The sanguinary worship of red spraying punctures a sight so divine.
The violent act of shedding blood is revered as a sacred ritual.


Clutching her carcass, a face frozen in time.
The artist describes holding onto the lifeless body of their victim, forever frozen in the moment of their death.


A distorted dialect for the draining of veins to the flooding of bedsheets with sick crimson rain.
The language used to describe the act of draining their victim's blood and staining the sheets is distorted and dark.


Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow.
The singer praises a dark lord, giving allegiance to their nocturnal realm.


Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we'll always be.
The singer pledges to always serve the cause of darkness, no matter what.


Damnation's diction, a deadly disclosure, our poisons in their goblets drip.
The language used to describe their dark deeds reveals their ultimate goal of causing destruction and poisoning those around them.


(Oh how) How perfectly hideous, so eloquently scribed- each scripture so skillfully sick.
The artist revels in the ugliness and brutality of their actions, seeing beauty in the way it is described.


Parchment scabbed over with plasmatic prose, prophesize permanent night.
Their dark writings depict a world of eternal darkness and chaos.


The words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul and bestow me with infernal might.
Their words have the power to darken their soul and give them supernatural strength.


Hatred and persistence, destined to see a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun.
Their unrelenting hatred and perseverance will lead to the destruction of the sun and all it represents.


By the light unspoken, this language of brutality. Enraptured I have become only. Night's arms welcome me.
The singer is drawn in by the unspoken language of violence and brutality, finding comfort in the darkness.




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Written by: BRIAN GARRETT ESCHBACH, JOHN KEMPAINEN, RYAN WILLIAMS, SHANNON MICHAEL LUCAS, TREVOR SCOTT STRNAD

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