The Caitiff Choir: Revelations

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

We are born of the blackest hearts:

We all are heirs to the morningstar

Do you hear the caitiff choir?

Faithful to none but themselves

Now do you see them?

Can you see me now?

Can you see that we are...?

Born of the blackest hearts

We are all heirs to the morningstar

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 all are heirs to the morningstar