A Mass for Fiends Forlorn

Scorned Are They Who Watch Us With Ancient
Green Eyes Emeralds That Watch The The Tides Go
High And Low. Their Souls Filled With Evil Wisdom
Undead, Alive, Wandering Through The Aeons...

Possess Me, Erase The Fear. Bless Me, Nourish
Thy Proteges. Caress Me, Dry Out The Fear
Enlighten Us, Blow Us Might, Strength And Wisdom

Mysterious Are Your Ways For You Have Petrified
Those Who Usurped Your Glory, Little Pretty Puppets
Pawns To Your Triumph. They Crawl, Thеy Hiss, They Yell
They Mourn Yеt They Will Never Brandishthy Torch

Their Lifes We Cherish, Ornaments To Your Ebony Throne
Slain This Debris Shall Be...

Fools Acknowledging What They Will Never Percieve
Fiends Forlorn Shall Quench Their Thirst With Their
Tasteful Liquids