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🕯️ The Black Cross – Dirty Black Summer (Remastered)

“The fire still burns. The shadows still sing.”

The Black Cross returns to the altar of sin and sound with Dirty Black Summer (Remastered), a reimagined descent through Danzig’s infernal legacy — now reborn in cinematic gothic metal form.
Every track has been sharpened, deepened, and rebirthed with the band’s signature blend of dark ritual and raw emotion.

The remastered collection ignites classics like “Her Black Wings,” “Sistinas,” and “Am I Demon,” alongside newly rewritten incarnations — “The Hunter (New Version),” “Going Down To Die (New Version),” and “She Rides (New Version)”. Each one transformed into darker, more unholy reflections of their original form.

Two brand-new offerings complete the invocation:
🩸 “Devil’s Plaything” — a seductive hymn of pain and pleasure.
🐍 “Serpentia” — Lilith’s venomous song of rebirth and sin.

Dirty Black Summer (Remastered) is not nostalgia — it’s resurrection. A ritual in sound where every note bleeds, and every word burns.

The Hunter (New Version)


[Verse 1]
Sour breath, the rot you breathe
You live off lies and stolen dreams
Shit-stained crown, paper throne
We know the shape of you alone
Crawl back under, eater of ghosts
We keep the list of all your hosts
Your hands are filthy, your throat is bile
We learned to spit and learned to smile

[Pre-Chorus]
We are the noise you cannot drown
We are the blood beneath your gown
Get on your knees and hear the sound
Of the world that finally came around

[Verse 2]
Cheap excuses, rusted lies
You sell your poison in a child’s eyes
Smirk like vultures, gutters grin
We learned to find the bones within
You think your silence keeps you safe
We learned to map your secret place
Your whispers peel like broken glass
We scrape the future from your past

[Chorus]
Grind your face across the rusted wire, 
Spit the taste of your own desire. 
Crawl through glass, choke on the grime, 
You’re the rot beneath my spine. 
Tear your halo, bleed the fraud, 
Scrape your prayer against your god. 
Bite the curb, pay the debt. 
All you'll hear is the Silence of death.

[Bridge]
Listen close, the night remembers
All the names you burned in embers
Every footprint, every lie
Every time you watched them cry
We collected teeth and testimony
We built a court from broken irony
You thought the dark would keep you whole
We are the mirror, we are the hole

[Breakdown]
Stomp the silence into dust
Rend the mask, expose your rust
Shout the names you tried to hide
Shake the walls where rot resides
Choke the lies you coat in silk
Feed the floor your rotten guilt
This is the sound of teeth on bone
This is the choir for the thrown

[Chorus]
Grind your face across the rusted wire, 
Spit the taste of your own desire. 
Crawl through glass, choke on the grime, 
You’re the rot beneath my spine. 
Tear your halo, bleed the fraud, 
Scrape your prayer against your god. 
Bite the curb, pay the debt. 
All you'll hear is the Silence of death.

[Outro]
The lights go white, the floors are clean
We swept the shadows from between
No justice sold, no kingdom kept
We kept the vows where others slept
Hear the silence after doom
Hear the pulse inside the room
We did not fall, we did not break
We took the night for all our sake

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