Chords for The Black Dahlia Murder - What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse [HD]

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[A#] _ [A] [D] We [E] present this exhibition of myriad most doors of hell.
It's dreams [C#m] of the beyond, the bound of a [G] [A] withered [Gm] witch's spell.
[C#] Where the doors are [D] laid aloft, where [G] the sun [E] rises to rise.
Where selfless [Dm] will and devil's [Gm] side be on for [C#m] all the day.
[D] _ Liars like the [C#] wolves _ [D] [C#m] of a [D] run-to-doodle.
Sacred, [C#m] rambling, doom, the sacred, [D] revealed to me,
a feast for [A] monsters, a world of hell.
_ [F] Let loose all the strings of night, we will [E] cry out for [A#] bliss.
[Am] Where the wolves of old, the dead, the [A#] wretched, the wild, [E] _ the lost, the [A#] sad.
[A] [Dm] What will we eat for [C] dinner, bro?
[F] We'll take the fate of the [C] meanest to ease.
[Dm] River and sea, [F] mine and soul's water,
[C#] scooping for the drowned man [D] in his veins.
The undead [C] plow among us,
[F] swarming straight back through their [Em] soul's red [F] veins.
[Dm] They tear my [F] mind to grief, the blood [C#] on my nails from [D] their sins.
[Gm] Their spires [F] are [C#] glowing, shoulders still, [F] shoulders bending [Em] [Dm] throughout the [Gm] land.
_ They eat [Am] the [C#m] evil sacrifices [A#] of _ [C#] my commands.
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_ _ It's the devil's [C#m] [Dm] devil's ghost that I'll expose tonight.
_ They'll escape me, the darkest [C#m] one, [N] they'll make it look so nice.
[E] The rift that we've [A#] [F] poisoned, the sin [E] swallowed, _
[A#] _ [Am] the fuels that roam this [A#] dark and [Am] wild,
I'll sing for you.
[A#] _ [C#m] [Dm] What will we [C] eat for dinner, bro?
[F] We'll take the fate of the [C] meanest to ease.
[Dm] River and [F] sea, mine and soul's water,
[C#] scooping for the drowned [D] man in his veins.
[Dm] The undead [C] plow among [F] us,
swarming straight back through their [Em] soul's red [C] veins.
[Dm] They tear my [F] mind to grief, the [C#] blood on my nails [D] from their sins.
[Gm] Their spires [F] are [C#] glowing, [D] shoulders still, [F] shoulders bending [G] [Dm] throughout the land.
_ [Gm] They [Am] eat the [C#] evil sacrifices [A#] of my _ [C#]
commands.
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I'll sing for you.
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