Hubris - Regency of Hungering Swords - 03 Mourn- The Hymn of Extinction

Smoking Skin In the Pogrom's din Lost Soul redeemed, reborn Through sprawling mire Of the infinite pyre To witness the ascension of the horns No hope here But the smell of fear Damned to feed the engines of Hell's scorn One dream left To end all breath Not one human spirit left to mourn A pox is born for them The grace of his good will Not one anthrop leech Escapes the poison of his blood Charnel house world Sinking In the pity of rot Dregs drag the lion Through the blood of his own cubs Old wounds made gangrenous Abominate And Free Ruined noble Unhappiest lord No one knows him now But they will know The wrath of those black eyes Merciless There's a star in the east that hangs for him That god unknowing That its light shall be his food That its pride shall be his offering Not one sweeter taste Than of idols ground to dust And in the wake of the blacked out moon Pure in her revenge The champion sings the requiem Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla Juricandus homo reus Pie Satan Domine Dona eis requiem Mourn Unforgiven, scourge of all Know I am thy father Come to take thee home To the sorrow of your sin Bleed, human chattel, mourn! Full of tears will be that day When from the ashes shall arise The lot of man to be judged Therefore lay waste their world Precondemned in shame Merciful lord Satan Grant them eternal rest.