There is no greater joy for the little girls and boys
Than the land that they call Lacrimosa
Way up high, in the sky, surreptitious secrets lie
Rising up from the land of Lacrimosa
Here the rain pours crimson red
Dripping from treasonous heads
By it, our souls ensanguined;
Bloody wounds that ne'er heal with time
Thus, we look into our honored grace
The Scarlet Queens that show their face
Here they rule, faithfully, in triangled oligarchy
Deep within our sacred land of Lacrimosa
Each one, with an iron hand, rules a segment of the land
That encompasses our land, Lacrimosa
Each one with a diff'rent face
Bedecks her unholy place
The Sinner rules above them all
While Masochist forces blood to fall
And The Arsonist broods away
Hidden in esoteric ways
The Sinner yells to the choir, “Seek out carnal desire
From the darkest shadows within Lacrimosa!”
The Masochist punishes all, even Stalkers and Prodigals
That hide away in the Land of Lacrimosa
The Arsonist hunts Holy Liars:
Blasphemers who dare to paint the fires
All rebels of a pointless cause
For none can escape tyranny's jaws
This has how it's been for years
A rule of queens that all men fear
With a rule spiteful and snide, the land they did divide
Of once a pure and virginal Lacrimosa
Now one with countries three, each with tainted impurity
This is what remains now of Lacrimosa!
The Sinner rules the northern land
Lasciviosa is now its new-found brand
The Masochist rules to the west
Orgalia is the sake that, to it, 'tis blessed
The Arsonist rules to the east
Muertalia, death-lands, slake this beast
This is what has become of our home
We have nowhere else, for refuge, to roam
We need a hero at this hour!
Someone to vanquish Scarlet power!
But where could such a person be
When all are afraid of the Scarlet Queen?
Halt your voices and your tongues and hide away the young
For I speak, The Harlot Queen of Lacrimosa!
I've heard talk of painted fires, tyranny and Holy Liars
From within my humble Land of Lacrimosa!
I won't tolerate your plight
There will be no uprising fight
Know well who holds the advantage
Who can destroy your suffrage
So hold all thoughts of liberation
You insubordinate your meek station!
Let this be a warning to you all, should your better judgment fall
Within the land that we rule, Lacrimosa
We three sisters will make sure that great pain you'll endure
Before you meet Father Death in Lacrimosa!
Now I leave you to your thoughts alone
Scurry to the holes that you call home!
God on high, hear our prayer
Even though you're never there
We need a hero to end this rule
How could you ever be so cruel?
Unless The Madman spoke with truth and dread
When he proclaimed that you were dead
Doubtless that he spoke with lies
Disprove those that you despise!
Let the hero find his way! Alack to this day!
How could you find a hero anyway?
Let us lie, here to die, in serene bloodied skies
Just to draw our last breath in Lacrimosa
Let The Harbinger lead us away in the mirth of his Dread Parade
Just to let us escape from Lacrimosa.
Let us rest, Tartarus-blessed, in Lacrimosa
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