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In Hell Is Where She Waits for Me Lyrics
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
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
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
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
Seductress burns in sin
The succubus deceased
My desire be not to kill again
I’ll now disappear leaving legend to fear
So lock every door tight from now until eternity
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
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
Song Info
Submitted by
rto420 On Jul 12, 2013
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This song is about the Black Dahlia Murder case. Just a detailed description of the killing in the point of view of the killer. Saw Trevor talk about this in a interview
The other explanation is so obvious I wouldn't say it touches the actual meaning of the song so I will attempt to elaborate on it. Yes, this one is about The Black Dahlia case.
But beyond that, Trevor assumes the sexually perverse emotional perspective of the killer.
The first verse describes how he imagines the killer would have felt had he attended her funeral services (it has been shown that killers will do things such as revisit the crime scene, or attend the victims funeral services for personal gratification).
In the next verse, the killer is reveling in his intimate knowledge of the wounds inflicted on the woman's body (given that the bodies severe mutilation would have obviously warranted a closed casket service). Of particular mention is the lateral bisection of the corpse (an operation requiring advanced anatomical knowledge). The next part may attempt to shed light on the motivation behind the crime, being that Elizabeth hypothetically used sexuality to charm men and manipulate her social situation to meet important Hollywood types.
He then makes the observation that, given the high profile nature of the crime and subsequent media frenzy, he had, in a twisted sense given her the fame she wanted. However, this was achieved in an inverted manner, by destroying her sexuality through violence and degradation rather than elevating her beauty to something of worship through celebrity.
The only other part that doesn't appear to be poetic device would be the reference to the "leaving legend to fear" part, as the murderer was never identified or apprehended.
However, in recent years, much speculation has centered on Los Angeles medical professional George Hodel, a Hollywood socialite who had personally known Elizabeth Short. Hodel had been a highly a skilled surgeon and aficionado of violent, misogynistic art. Credited with being a musical prodigy and genius in his own right, Hodel never accomplished anything that distinguished him. This among, many other concomitant factors has led George's own son, a retired homicide detective, to claim that his father was in fact the Black Dahlia Murderer, and Elizabeth Short's dismembered and posed body to be his surrealist masterpiece.
This is an actual quote from Trevor to Decibel Magazine, where he explained each on the tracks on Everblack.
The opening sequence of this song puts the listener at Elizabeth Short’s funeral, looking over the shoulder of her killer, who is silently (and anonymously) in attendance. It tells the tale of his brief love affair with The Black Dahlia and his motives for cutting her down in such a grisly, vengeful manner. I’ve wanted to do a song dealing with the actual murder for some time; I thought it would be nice gesture for the fans. When I heard that somber intro and thought immediately of funeral procession, I figured now was time as there was no better way to reassure fans that we haven’t strayed from our sound or intent (nor been negatively affected by the line-up changes) than to drop an actual Black Dahlia Murder song on them. It even has that old Unhallowed feel to it. The song is pretty manic vocally and is gonna be doozy to perform live. Better start my tongue push-ups!