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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.