Chant for Tribulation Lyrics

Above the herd of human
With messy dazzling manes,
Devotees treading our pathways,
Unfurling flags for campaigns

Lashing them with cold into very marrow
Gashing deep wounds with harrowing pains

They moved without canes or vessels,
Hoping for deep, they always seek
Gnawing the sour of Ideal
Most perished in profound caverns

Ravished with bliss to see their own blood spilling
Oh, Death, sole caress for mouths that dwell silent!

Horizon kept by lurid
As naked sword, brooding defeat
Crimson blood within their grateful bosom, passion and sorrow

Versified lamentations
Eminence, crowds are kneeling
Assured, delighted and majestic
Dragging hundreds whom none admire

Vile martyrs of contorted chance, creeping behind

They devour ashes with the same craze,
The same salt tears ravage their sombre faces,
Yet they are racked by doom coarse
Sagging howl stuck in a weakened throat
Promethean tribe with no vulture beside

Ill Fortune, whose wild laughter lays them low
He rides behind two beloved towards cesspool
Blessed be, the one who blows his queer horn
So that we writhe in fits of rollicking mockery

Now let them flee, sated with every exploit
Beat the tempest's roar in stubborn pursuit
Rather than ride at armored gallop
Intoxicate feasting conqueror with incense!

As for those ribalds, why not adorn them
In scarlet rags until they howl and beg for cease
When everyone has spat scorn in their faces,
These apery glutted heroes, who entreat
Thunder-quietly through the herd, grotesquely
Commit hanging from pillory among the streets