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The Horn Marauding

"The Horn Marauding" Lyrics by Spectral Wound

Many men have loved the bell

You dangled from the reins

Weeping blood like corundum

In their facets fair reflecting

Lacrymae Tyranni, Lacrymae Caedis

Dulce et decorum est

Lost in beauty, lost in gore

Shades of ancients conquering

Chiming sweet and pure

Spirits dredged from their graves, in revenant parade

Phantoms mumming pompe funebre

Mouthing benedictions strange

“No promised end, these wild desires

Could all or half fulfill

No threatened hell with quenchless fires

subdue this quenchless will!”

Lacryma caedis, dulce et decorum est

Riding the rough god goes out

Wastes beyond wastes within

Blood cuts the bed of the river

Swalled unfelt by the sea

Unlight me now. Swell, imperious bells.

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