Praesagium Tenebrae

Extinguishing both mirth and mire,
The world has set to black fire,
Coming out of the pits of old,
Strange creatures, they have been foretold.

An omen of endless, (Dark)
Tis the worlds judgement day,
To flee would be useless, (Lark)
Praesagium Tenebrae.

Remembrance, think of all the signs,
Feelings of guilt cause you have no more time,
An orison that your death goes quick,
Woe bearing torture; look forward to it.

Blotting out the sunlight, (Sin)
Maybe it's just their way,
Horrid monsters on night, (Win)
Praesagium Tenebrae.

The masters of desolation,
Reaping horrors of mutilation,
Now masochism reigns supreme,
Do not fool yourself, this isn't a dream.

The sound of flesh ripping, (Scourge)
These mangled creatures do not play,
They will chant and sing, (Dirge)
Praesagium Tenebrae.