The Lacrimosa

[lothoro]

Lacrimosa dies illa

Qua resurget ex favilla

Judicandus homo reus.

Huic ergo parce, Deus:

Pie Jesu Domine,

Dona eis requiem. Amen.

But how does one judge the undead? There you go again, restless child of oblivion, taking away the simple pleasures of the Lord. Was it  not enough for you to sleep endlessly? Was it not enough to live more than several lifetimes. Ungrateful child of the night, it is not that master you serve but remember - a woman will never be God.