Pauper Of Souls Lyrics

Mael Mordha Pauper Of Souls

From black hills I descend,
A barbarous Man.
A wolf amid sheep
Amongst humanity's... finest.

Floundering like Rats
Blind in the daylight
They crawl and scrabble
O'er the scraps of mistruth and myth.

Far better to be of faith
Black and Barbarous
Than of no faith at all,
A wolf alone on a hillside deserted
Than one of a flock... faceless.

Miserable wretches,
Swamped with a faceless grey
They huddle cold and doomed,
Doomed to die despite Death's guiding hand.

From black hills I descend,
A barbarous Man.
A wolf amid sheep
Amongst humanity's finest.
Far better to be of faith Black and Barbarous
Than one of a flock...
... Destined to die
A pauper of life's riches
Destined to die
A pauper of Souls.