It Dies Today The Caitiff Choir: Revelations Lyrics

Can you hear them?
Their weary screams of agony,
Traveling back,
From the blackest regions of their hereafter.
You may have to hollow me
To understand this mortal blasphemy.
Born of the blackest hearts.
We are all heirs to the mourning star.
Born of the blackest hearts.
Do you hear the caitiff choir?
Faithful to none but themselves.
Now, do you see them
Under a soul they bow to?
How'd you suppose they got like that
In serve of the eyes that prey
And so I ask you
Can you hear them?
Now can you see them?
Can you see that we are
Born of the blackest hearts?
We are all heirs to the mourning star.
Disheartening, isn't it
To find that man is inherently perverse.
Disheartening, isn't it
That man is inherently evil.
Do you hear the caitiff choir,
Faithful to none but themselves?
We are of the blackest hearts;
We are all heirs to the mourning star.