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.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Mourn: The Hymn of Extinction”
Masterful use of acoustic passages and synth stuff. This is definitely my favorite black metal-dungeon synth kinda album I've found recently. Each track flows into the next so well, I cannot recommend it enough. Perri