Consummatum Est Lyrics by Grand Harvest
Hear, o Miserable!
Naught am I but a voice crying in the wild, unwept
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Hear, o Miserable!
Naught am I but a voice crying in the wild, unwept
Now falls the sword of Damocles
Lier in wait, impaler of mankind
As the Bittern´s howl forlorn did ring, so came the bitter times of Spring
Wherein my guilt, I cry, a march of unforgiven scenes and dying dreams
Open your eyes
Let there be light
Fate made flesh shall manifest
As the Harrow of the Final War, behold it rise!
No paler a horse sprang spun from the loom
Of the ages of ruin that rang hoarser our doom
Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come
This is my body, broken, host for your Communion