Wherein a Messenger of the Devil Appears - Funereal Presence

Holy song will banish his presence not

For song is for peasant fools

Holy song will banish not the past

For the past is always here

Holy song will banish his presence not

For his presence is for sinning fools

Holy song will banish not the ghosts

For their sorrows are always here

His light disappears

And the mind veers

To woodcut horrors

And ancient fears

Lamentation will save your lost soul not

For lamentation is for holy fools

Lamentation will alter not the past

For the past is always alive down there

Lamentation will save your lost soul not

For lost souls are but fuel for the furnace fires

Lamentation will appease not the ghosts

For their sorrows always wait down there

His light disappears

And the mind veers

To woodcut horrors

And ancient fears

«Heu, miseri, heu, miseri!

Quid, homo, ineptam sequeris laetitiam?»

Fiery hues of hell

Spiral deep into vaults;

Sprung from a serpentine demon

Born of medieval terrors

«You, of the utter absence of love

You, of the utter absence of joy

You, of the utter denial of all expiation»

When the celestial ones have sent for you

And there is no return

When the astral traveler commands equinoctial points

And the strangest waters churn

When superstitions come alive

The zealot’s mind must accept

There is glory in utter degradation