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Litany

Verse 1:

It came to me, in the midst of an austere night

what grave words, my ears deafen'd to their sound

This gale it carried the tale of such baneful potency

Oh thee, who we revere most, hear my litany

Verse 2:

Firmament, mine tortured soul

finds no rest, nor serenity

Mayhap, thou art as empty and lorn

as me

Clandestine, is this our

lugubrious destiny

For endless pleas of despair seem'd mute

in this night of epiphany.

Interlude:

It appeareth as though we art alone

in this serpentine trail of misfortune

Lethargic, we tread the brimstone path

Still we wend, where is the end?

Verse 3:

Hangman, come I call thee

to rejoice in jugular slaughter

Scar our souls with thy

death-clad touch of infernal ire

In once elysian fields, somehow devour'd

by the fire.

I see naught more than lakes of virgin blood,

A vast funereal pyre...

Chorus:

It seems as tho' fate hath conspir'd 'gainst us.

And slowly art we consum'd by the nightcloud's pall

Our tearful endeavours, hastly drain'd by raucous cries

Our faith in ruin, and 'neath the moon,

we curse a god, in disguise.

Interlude 2:

Eviscerate us all

Oh, revel in our flesh

consign'd art we to thee

must we cross the gild'd gates

of heaven to be free?

"Yea, naught but a voyeur he who dwelleth

Thither in the sky.

Leerest he on us, ,aye

yet whence shalt come the aiding hand

'ere we die"

Verse 4:

Vinidication, condemn'd he who cries

for to avenge such crimes means to sin tenfold

Yet could we stray with lightn'd hearts

Whilst more horrors still unfold

My heart sears in lust for justice

the brooding embers of anguish

but what archon wilt comply

to this unspok'n wish.

In vengeance seeps our rebirth!

Chorus:

It seems as tho' fate hath conspir'd 'gainst us.

And slowly art we consum'd by the nightcloud's pall

Our tearful endeavours, hastly drain'd by raucous cries

Our faith in ruin, and 'neath the moon,

we curse a god, in disguise.

"The lilt of our belov'd dead resounds

Throughout the barren wastelands of the earth"

Verse 5:

It came to me

in the midst of that austere night

engrav'd dreams of tombs,

kissing the dark ground

Yon veils I heard the wail of

death's cold melody

Hence scrib'd I this mournful elegy

Purgatory!

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