Black Candle

In Dedicato Imperatum Ultra Articulo Mortis...

As insanity grips the mind and bone,
its mutations are slowly shown.
Where flesh and steel once gleamed,
now there is only a midnight sheen.
For proud colors give way to darkness,
in the same way the motive becomes heartless.

From flame they rise as corporeal things,
as still the bell of lost souls rings.
Mourned solely from Terra's tall spires,
forever to battle in the hellish fires.
marching with neither noise nor fear, 
their skulls grin with without cheer.

For it is in purgatory's hellfire they writhe,
the true angels of death come not from the skies.
It is their sole purpose to be,
to fight forever without plea.
the extension of their God's will,
doubtful indeed is our fate still.

They are the legion of the damned,
the last remaining finger, of the Emperor's hand.